Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-50 p.m.
The car park was quite busy.
A young sports team were gathering around the beach access ramp in the yellow and black kits.
They were buzzing.
Parents watched from the promenade wall as the group leader headed the kids down onto a flatter part of the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was well out, the beach wide; room for all.
The air was warm on an overcast evening.
A breeze from the west blew the warm air out to sea.
Youngsters screamed at the water's edge as the sound of 7p.m. village church bells followed the warmth, out to sea
It was 6-57.
It was an odd beach.
No noticeable regulars but a variety of people and their stories were scattered around like driftwood after a storm.
A lady in red with two small dogs on long leads.
"They're friendly "
"So's she."
answered Beach Buoy.
The dogs all said hello to one another.
A dog lead tangle ensued.
A man stood with a large dog at his feet as he looked out to sea.
The man looked as if he was stood at church, listening to a sermon.
A lady walked the strand-line with a large rucksack on her back
She paused and looked in Beach Buoy's direction as if going to say something.
She looked and continued to head north.
A grumpy looking man made notes in a beach book.
It was Beach Buoy.
Skylarks sang high above the dunes to one and all.
Beach Buoy could small smoke from an unseen dune bonfire.
It seemed to make the warm air feel even warmer.
Bang!
An aerosol can exploded in the heat of the fire.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones as they headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate "
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched the sea, the beach and it's people.
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach.
They continued south for a while.
A black and white whippet came running over as its owner shouted in the distance.
Beach Buoy stroked they friendly dog as the owner approached.
" Trying to teach her recall, she's rubbish at it. Doesn't take a blind bit of notice. Thought I'd try an empty beach to practice."
"She a lovely dog " answered Beach Buoy.
"Bye, enjoy your walk "
"You too "
They headed off in opposite directions.
Beach Buoy continued south for a short while.
He spotted something up on the grey rocks.
He climbed up to see.
It was a Gannett.
It was dead.
It's head was beak down into the rocks as if were playing hide and seek.
Count to a million.
"Not coming, ready or not "
It was a sad end for such a beautiful bird.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north.
A Beach Button.
As they headed back, bands of light began to scan the beach.
Down at the water's edge tiny birds
aka Pebbles with Legs
Scampered south like counters on a seaside abacus.
Out in the bay, Yachts rode the breeze.
BEACH BUOY.
