Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-45 p.m.
It seems like only a few weeks ago that
6-45 felt like almost time to wind the cat up and put the alarm clock out.
It was mild, misty and even a bit muggy.
No more than a dozen people were dotted around the grey beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, midway between the strand-line and the sea.
The sea had been grey this morning. This morning's grey was a wishy washy dishwater grey.
This evening's grey was a bold battleship grey.
The white of the breaking waves, looked freshly painted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
An excellent new painted stone had appeared at the stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach.
Many of the Wind Turbines were lost to the mist.
The Sea Serpent Marker stood proud.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered back to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
