Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach
It was 7-07 p.m.
The tide was well in.
There was a breeze off the sea.
A silver Sun tried to peer through the cloud like a nosey neighbour looking through a net curtain.
An idiot on a jet ski showed off too close to shore.
A tall man and a short lady walked with a large dog and little dog.
A man headed south on the strand-line with five dogs; four black, one white.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They enjoyed the view.
"See you mate "
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy found some sea pottery.
They headed back towards the van.
BEACH BUOY.
