Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach for the second beach walk of the day.
They hadn't done many double beach days since his injury.
It was 7-36 p.m.
It was warmer than it had looked.
It felt a like a thundery warmth.
The smell of smoke hung in the air.
The tide was well out.
They turned to head south.
Two surfers entered the sea.
Couples were dotted along the dune edge like lookouts.
Out in the Bay, yachts tried to sail on an almost calm evening.
It was the slightest of breezes from the south west.
Eight Little Terns flew south together.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added five beach stones.
"Evening Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-15 p.m.
He stood enjoying the view.
To the north a couple walked the water's edge.
Up near the dunes a couple sat on a driftwood bench.
"See you mate."
They headed to the beach.
The audience become performers.
There was no rush.
Beyond the dunes a cloud cat sailed by as relaxed as could be.
They headed to the van.
People dotted the water's edge like Gulls.
Gulls dotted the water's edge like wreckage.
BEACH BUOY.
