Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a bright car park at 6-20 p.m.
A blue sky was peppered with clouds of all types.
One for every occasion, every eventuality.
There was even some that could start an episode of The Simpsons.
They headed towards the water's edge, the Little Terns were chattering
like excited school children on a school trip to the seaside.
The darker clouds were to the west.
Blown by the wind, the passing clouds made the sunlight come and go.
It flashed on and off like a giant lighthouse with a most unusual flash sequence.
The tide was well out, making the beach seem vast.
Beach-goers were as varied as the clouds above.
Dog walking couples.
Dog walking families.
Loners.
Joggers.
The more brightly coloured joggers were giving orange-clad Beach Buoy a run for his money in more ways than one.
A loner and a jogger rolled into one, jogged alone north on the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the dunes
Beach Buoy gathered seven beach stones.
It was just before 7 p.m. when they reached
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched as an Orange Ship entered the river.
Beach Buoy drank a few mouthfuls of coffee.
It was so peaceful.
The beach had pretty much emptied.
The nearest people were way to the north opposite the village green
Maybe the crew if the Orange Ship were closer?
The only sounds were the wind running through the dune grass without a care in the world, the Skylarks and three Gulls down on the beach each auditioning for the same part.
It was so deserted it felt more like 5 a.m.
than 7 p.m.
It could be easy to stay much longer.
But .......
"See you mate."
The went back down to a more sheltered beach.
The dunes were quite exposed.
They headed south, with a kangaroo cloud for company.
Shortly afterwards it turned into a duck and took flight.
They headed to Sand Martin Corner.
Four birds swooped around.
Two people watched from North Gare Pier as Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
The beach was as bright and felt as wide as a desert.
They hugged the ever-changing curves of the water's edge as they headed north.
The sea hugged them too.
The sun seemed to drain into the sea as another day was almost done.
Others headed back to the car park too.
It had been a grand walk.
A grand escape.
BEACH BUOY.
