It was 6-48 p.m.
The car park was busy.
It was a bright and breezy evening.
A family group were ahead of Beach Buoy and Another Dog as they headed down the beach access ramp.
They had two pushchairs.
As is usually they became pull chairs once they reached soft sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The pushchairs were abandoned once firmer sand was reached.
Once again the light was gorgeous.
Down at the water's edge a young couple in colourful coats ran energetically with their two dogs.
Meanwhile an older couple in more sedate colours wandered north.
Shifting sands snaked along the beach in the strong wind. The sand resembled flames dancing in an open fire
Another Dog found a dog dug hole.
In went her head to inspect the depth and build quality.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Five stones were collected.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They paused and paws.
"See you mate "
They headed down to the sea.
They headed south to Sand Martin Corner.
More dog dug holes were checked enroute.
The light was so bright, even the grey rocks looked bleached.
A Skylark hovered above the dunes like a kestrel but sang like an angel.
Beach Buoy watched as eight or more Sand Martins swooped around the tank traps.
The began a slow walk back.
Just to put a spin in things, Another Dog led the way.
The village church bells rang out for 8 p.m.
It was 8-03.
BEACH BUOY.
