Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 4-15p.m.
The Golf Club flag showed that the wind was blowing from the west.
To confirm the fact, a flock of seabirds stood in the car park facing the flapping flag to the west of them.
They headed to the strand line.
The water's edge wasn't much further away.
The tide was high, almost relentlessly high.
The sea framed the dunes once more.
A couple walked by, heading north.
They had two black and white waggy Spaniels for company.
When the above photograph was put on social media someone did comment that they could see a cloud yacht.
Can you?
They made the short trip to the water's edge.
Up ahead it looked hopeful that they could reach
Stubborn Dog Stack
without the need for a dune dog juggle?
Another couple passed , they walked with a grey and black waggy Spaniel.
They couple had headed north a fair way, when their wag powered Spaniel decided it just had to run a few hundred metres back to the south, to chase a group of pebbles with legs from the water's edge.
It was a grey cloudy, but atmospheric afternoon.
Out behind the dunes the sun cast the briefest of eyes over the beach goings-on.
They made it to the stack ok without the need to cross the dunes.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones that he had just collected.
He patted
THE
stone.
No coffee today, that was consumed back in the van.
They watched the sea and sky.
They wondered why?
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach.
Northwards they went.
The sea still hugged the dune edge in places.
The sea washed in, partially covering footprints from long finished beach walks.
The sea water would drain through foot shaped plug holes as the remainder pulled back to regroup.
Back to the van.
All a bit Groundhog Day?
Not for Beach Buoy, he savours every second by the sea.
He would die inside without it.
Not being able to see the sea, now that would be a living hell.
BEACH BUOY.
