Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-01 p.m.
There were eight cars, a police van, police car and a 4x4 with a horse box attached, spread around the vast parking area.
The chilly wind was from the north.
A lady arrived and let her strange looking dog out of the rear of her car.
It was like a photograph negative of a Dalmatian.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, mid way between the strand-line and water's edge.
Up ahead the lady with three different coloured dogs walked the strand-line.
Cream chased brown whilst black ran across to check on Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
The little black dog's face reminded Beach Buoy of that Bear off
The Singing Ringing Tree.
😳
The chilly wind was from the north, it helped them on their way.
Thanks to the tide, the beach was wider this evening.
Over the dunes, to the west the nosey sun looked through net curtains to see what the neighbours were up to.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack to visit a dog with a character as big as the gap he left behind.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy placed some beach stones onto the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy stood at the stack and pondered.
A slightly different take on a sit and think.
Lighter nights equates to teenagers up in the dunes.
Some, not these, will start fires.
Some, not these, will arrive at the stack and throw stack stones away.
It will always be repaired.
Until Beach Buoy is up there with Stubborn Dog at least.
If you ever pass feel free to add a stone or two.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Back to the north.
They walked towards a contrasting sky.
There seemed to be a
"Bit of weather."
to the west.
Some later contacted Beach Buoy to see if they could do a collaboration with the above image.
Beach Buoy was honoured and is doing a separate blog post about it.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
The sun brightened.
Beach Buoy waited to see if any shadows would come and sit on the shadow bench.
They didn't.
BEACH BUOY.
