Beach Buoy , Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived at a sunny but breezy beach at 3-40 p.m.
The breeze was more of a wind, a chilly one from the north west.
Some Gulls had decided to sit out the wind.
They sat randomly around the car park.
Others chose to Bob on a bobbing sea.
In places, the beach was in the shadows of the dunes as the sun made its way to Australia.
Wind blown sand snaked along the beach.
The tide was still well in but it seemed to have finally understood the way of tides, both high and low.
A lady and her small dog scampered along the water's edge.
A man dressed in red and black worked his way along the water's edge.
He would pause every now and then, crouching down as if try to and photograph the outer edge of the sea ?
They made their way up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added more.
He drank coffee.
"See you tomorrow mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy stuffed cold hands into the pockets of his old orange coat.
He had gave the coat a coating of rain protection, the night before.
Up in the dunes, the marram grass bent in the wind.
