It had been a very hot day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-50 p.m.
It was muggy.
There was a breeze from the west.
A group of car enthusiasts had claimed part of the car park to display their old, but not vintage vehicles.
Hoardes of teenagers lined the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog passed the two who lay blocking the bottom of the beach access ramp, the only had eyes and hands for one another.
It was a relief to head south, away from the hustle and bustle of the car park area.
Other dog owners joined the trek southwards, albeit at a quicker pace than that of Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
A Green Ship that was almost a boat left the River.
A Large Blue Ship that was mist definitely a Ship, followed.
The roar of Seafront Motorcycles drifted across the beach.
Little Terns fished the water's edge, they creaked their way along, sounding like doors in a haunted house.
The tide was well in.
The sea was calm, the sight breeze did create ripples on the surface.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
They enjoyed the peace and quiet.
After a while, time to go.
"See you mate, see you tomorrow."
They returned to the beach.
