It was 2-53 p.m.
Around an hour to low tide.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed south into a strong breeze sponsored by Fresh.
A hat would have been a good idea, even a flamboyant one.
It was just two hoods.
In the end they were given up as a bad idea.
They only served to act as parachutes.
The beach was fairly quiet.
🤗
They continued south.
Then veered off towards the dunes.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was much more exposed up on the dune edge.
A defiant Skylark faced the wind and sang as it battles to stay in position, just above
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and the Dogs stuck to the dune edge as they headed for Sand Martin Corner, down beside North Gare Pier.
On the beach below, a woman and her Boxer dog headed north.
They clambered over the grey rocks, back to sand.
On an extendable lead, Borrowed Dog headed north first.
Those two hoods went back up, as shifting sands tried and succeeded to win the race back to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
