"Can l come too?"
Asked One Ted,
"I'll just sit on the dash,
Monkey can hold onto me,
Incase we have a crash.
You can come too.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at around 3-50 p.m.
By the time they had reached the dune edge, the Village Church Bells rang out for 4.
They headed to a point midway between the strand-line and a distant water's edge.
The tide was well out.
There was a strong breeze from the north west.
A couple walked at the water's edge, their dog ran ahead.
Beach Buoy collected some beach stones as they made their way to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones and patted
THE
stone.
He drank coffee, the dogs had a couple of dog treats.
A White Ship aimed itself at The Gares.
Beach Buoy and the two water's edge walkers stood to watch the ship enter the river mouth.
"See you Mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Cold hands were stuffed into pockets as somewhere in the van, a pair of gloves laughed loudly.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers stood down by the sea.
Beach Buoy.
