Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-38 p.m.
It had been another warm day.
A breeze from the west cooled the beach proceedings.
Down at the water's edge, excited children cartwheeled like mini wind turbines.
A man with a name tag holder around his neck, whistled from the promenade wall to people on the beach
No words were needed.
It was definitely a "Time to go " whistle.
There was a royal blue sea with a sky blue sky.
The tide was well in, the beach narrow.
A lady with a Pug was walking almost along side.
Beach Buoy headed away from the water's edge, up to a driftwood bench to allow the lady to enjoy a walk with space.
There was a dog poo bag on the bench.
Beach Buoy left the bench and poo bag behind.
He headed for some new growth of dune grass that was spreading down onto the beach.
He sat there with Another Dog.
He watched the Little Terns hover, then dive into the sea, close to the water's edge.
The Little Terns squeaked like the Tin Man off The Wizard of Oz, before some neck oil had been applied.
Another Dog dug a hole before sitting in it.
Once there was space, they walked and dragged their way south.
Another Dog must have found Stubborn Dog's
"How to."
note book...
Others walked ahead.
It was a glorious evening.
The sea was calm.
Beach Buoy collected three sun-dried stones.
He added them to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They sat on the dune edge, just in front of the stack.
Another Dog chewed on dune grass as Beach Buoy just sat enjoying the fresh breeze rush across the dunes before it cascaded onto the beach below.
It was a little like sitting in a waterfall.
Two identical red and white board crossed the bay from the north towards the river.
Beach Buoy twisted his thermal mug into the sand. It made an excellent cup holder.
Coffee drank, they headed back to the beach.
"See you mate "
They headed back along the narrow beach.
A jogger shingle-kicked his way south then north.
They passed a beach sundial.
It was beach o'clock.
As they approached the carpark,
the sunlight had caught the tops of the vehicles.
They car park was still busy.
From a distance, the scene looked like a sheet of giant bubble wrap.
BEACH BUOY.
