Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
The golf club flag remained at half mast.
A strong breeze off the sea, presented the flag as a whole rectangle pointing inland .
The arrived at the beach at 7-22 p.m.
Beach Buoy parked up.
He went to the van's side door.
A man approached.
"Excuse me mate.
You don't need side bars for your van do you?"
"No, l'm fine thanks."
I have alloys and tyres too."
" I'm ok ta."
Two other VW vans were parked up nearby.
It was a mild evening with a lovely breeze if the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south as a horse wandered down to the sea.
The tide was well out, the beach wide.
The beach had wonderful patterns.
Gulls and Oyster Catchers feasted on seaweed tangles that were deposited around an undulating beach.
They walked towards the sandy slope.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for the stack as they walked.
"Evening Mate."
He added the beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They spent some time with Stubborn Dog, watching the sea.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed north.
The tide had turned.
The sea was filling the dips in the sand.
A family were having a picnic supper on the dune edge.
A Yorkshire Terrier approached.
It was friendly.
It's owner wasn't far behind.
A young lady with large eyelashes.
They had a brief chat before going their own ways.
They rested on the promenade wall.
BEACH BUOY.
