Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-32 p.m.
The golf club flag was still at half mast, it fluttered in the fresh breeze off the sea.
Six HGVs were parked up side by side.
One of the drivers was sat on a stool, blackening the tyres on his vehicle.
A hatchback drove into to the car park.
The doughnut of a driver, started to do doughnuts.
Round and round.
A tyre burst.
The sound of metallic wheel on tarmac echoed around.
The car limped out of the car park.
It can't have gone far?
It only had three wheels
It had been a cloudy day.
The sun decided to show up as they stepped on the beach.
It was a pale milky sun but strong enough to cast faint, almost reluctant sunshine shadows ahead of them as they walked south, midway between the sea and the strand-line.
More of the fencing had been put in place to protect the Little Tern Area.
A fisherman headed south on the water's edge.
A couple headed north with their greyhound up along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and the dogs took aim at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Two hoods went up.
The fisherman joined three others on the beach at a point in line with Stubborn Dog Stack.
The fishermen faffed on.
The ones that got away.
Beach Buoy gathered four suitable stones.
"Evening Mate."
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy had brought a coffee but he decided to take it back to the van and drink it there.
They left the beach in the care of Stubborn Dog.
He had four fishermen for company tonight
