It was 4-10 p.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
It was a bright and breezy after work beach walk.
Kids were off school this week.
Some played up on the dune edge.
Their Yah-hoos drifted down across the beach in the breeze.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked a line somewhere between the water's edge and the strand-line.
They headed south as a young lad with his dog on a lead chose to head north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up towards
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones and patted
THE
Stone.
It alternated from bright to dull as clouds rushed by as if late for an appointment.
The sun would pick out certain areas and highlight them momentarily.
As if been highlighted for an imaginary commentary.
"... And here to the south is North Gare Pier."
They stayed awhile with absent friends.
Then back to the beach it was.
Up ahead a family group headed back to the promise of a fish and chip tea.
BEACH BUOY.
