Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived
at 6-28 p.m.
It had been a hot, muggy and energy draining day.
A cool breeze off the sea was most welcome.
The tide was well in.
A dozen or so people were spread out along the narrow beach.
They headed south.
The tide had not long turned.
There was around three to four metres of freshly exposed sand to walk on.
People headed north.
Once again, the south of the beach was theirs
Was it something we said?
Beach Buoy collected some beach stones as the headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 6-57 p.m. when they reached the stack.
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
Two youngsters had arrived from the north..
They played in the sea, just in front of the stack.
Beach Buoy had planned to sit at the stack and have coffee.
He left the stack behind.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had a slow walk back.
Slower than usual, Beach Buoy was exhausted.
Not an ounce of fuel in the tank.
The smell of smoke drifted from the dunes.
A dog called Poppy came to say hello.
They plodded on.
Beach Buoy was looking forward to having a relaxing sit in the van.
