Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 2-30 p.m.
An afternoon beach instead of a morning visit thanks to it tipping down early on.
Beach Buoy doesn't mind the rain but Another Dog not the best in a downpour.
Her ears stay wet for a week.
The tide was a fair way out.
There was a fresh north wind with a sprinkle of drizzle.
It seem to be both overcast
but bright at the same time.
There was a couple with a Spaniel.
There was a lady in grey.
She had one hood up, she held it nipped tightly at her chin.
She looked like a character of a black and white drama.
Beach Buoy pictured her, running up to him in the film saying.
"There's a storm out at sea, we may never see our men again!"
In truth, she may have just been having a bad hair day?
By the time they reached the seaweed scattered strand-line the drizzle had become nothing more than random water droplets.
To the north, the Lifeguard's pick-up truck.
The occupants, watching the bay.
They headed south on the strand-line.
Another Dog kept looking back at a family in apparent pursuit.
Beach Buoy headed for the dune edge.
They had an earlier than usual sit and think, to let the family head south first.
Beach Buoy plonked himself down down on the dune edge.
It was work tomorrow.
Beach Buoy thought that he better see how he would be in "proper" socks and boots.
It would be the first time since his operation.
The hospital had given him an information leaflet about post-op do's and don'ts.
Thankfully Another Dog had thought on to read the reverse of the sheet.
The part where it advised to cover the foot in sand whenever possible.
The view from the dune edge was splendid.
There was around a dozen people on the beach.
Thanks to an event on the promenade, the beach was quieter than it would have been.
Beach Buoy made notes in his beach notes book.
Another Dog dug a hole and sat in it.
An afternoon beach, this time of year felt a little like being in no man's land.
The sun began to break through.
More people seemed drawn to the beach.
As the sunshine came, the sea gradually changed from grey to blue.
Another family headed south on the strand-line, kicking a football as they walked.
Beach Buoy watched two Cormorants head south, struggling to prove that they could fly as well as they could swim.
Beach Buoy made old man noises as he stood up.
When he was half way up Another Dog jumped up as if trying to push him over.
They headed to the sandy slope.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy had collected six beach stones.
He added them to the stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy looked around.
The dry dune grass seed heads danced in the wind like the flames of a hundred fires.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They headed north.
Although the sea was now blue, it was crystal clear in the shallows.
The tide had began to claim the beach, quicker than a coach load of schoolchildren.
Beach Buoy picked up one of the many razor shells that were scattered around the strand-line..
He wondered if they were in fact mermaid's spectacle cases?
