Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-15 p.m.
Joggers were gathered near to the beach access ramp.
An organised run was about to take place.
"C'mon let's go. Its freezing stood here!" said a voice before adding
"Usual route."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down to the beach.
"Usual route."
The wind blew from the west.
It wasn't that cold at all really.
Two surfers were heading back to the car park with their boards.
They were struggling a little as the wind caught the boards. Like builders on a blustery building site with a couple of front doors.
The tide was well out once more.
Beach Buoy counted eight people on the vast expanse of beach.
Everyone else seemed to be heading north.
The south was theirs.
The Wind Turbines spun quickly, some in bright sunlight, others in shade.
Beach Buoy was taking an age to travel along the beach.
He admired the wonderful clouds as he walked south.
He rotated around seeing what shapes he could recognise.
A crab.
A piranha.
A goose
A rabbit looking over its shoulder.
Beach Buoy really did have his head in the clouds.
Footprints in the sand looked like a visible dance lesson.
There were paw prints too.
Maybe they had practiced the foxtrot?
They headed up to the stack with a supply of beach stones to add.
They added the stones.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
They sat at the front of the stack.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
It was 6-57 p.m.
Sunshine shadows are allowed to sit and think too.
The stack brings Beach Buoy great comfort.
They headed back to the beach.
"See you Mate."
Many of the northern clouds had gone south.
Skylarks rose and fell in flight as well as song.
They wandered and wondered their way back to the north.
It was a glorious evening.
A weekend break on a "School." night.
They were drawn to the reflections down at the water's edge.
One of the many patterns of sand and sea in the swirling shallows.
