Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach car park, bang on
4 p.m.
The tide was high.
Oddly even though they had visited the beach at the same time, there or thereabouts, the tide hadn't seemed to go any further in or out.
Most unusual.
There was the sea, stubbornly clinging onto the dunes.
A couple with two small dogs were ending their walk as Beach Buoy and the two dogs carried on southward.
Pebbles with legs took flight as the sea almost caught them out.
Beach Buoy and the Dogs headed south.
They had to cut through the dunes once more, thanks to the sea's height.
Beach Buoy had to carry the two dogs through the buckthorn.
He had beach stones in his beach bag too.
Some kind of seaside exercise.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
They paused, had a snack.
There was a breeze from the west.
It was very mild.
"See you mate."
They found a way down to the beach.
They headed back to the north.
It was s bit of a game of chance, deciding when to make a rush for the next section of
dry beach
They made it back ok.
BEACH BUOY.
