Monday evening.
Beach Buoy had been to work.
It was 7-45 p.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived.
Two sat at the water's edge.
The sound of applause drifted onto the beach from the nearby cricket pitch.
They headed for the sea
A lady was not far behind, shouting her dog.
"You better not go in the sea Mister, l haven't got time to bath you!"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
To the north, two paddle boarders paddled.
The tide was well in.
The water's edge and strand-line were almost one in the same.
It began to rain ever so slightly.
A couple with an amphibious Black Labrador pup turned back towards the car park.
The lady with "Mister " Dog, walked the dune edge sponsored by shout.
An older couple beaded back north, less rushed. Each carried a back of beachcombing treasure.
Beach Buoy could hear shells and the like, rubbing against one another as they passed The strand-line seaweed had so many twists and turns it looked like a Sand Martin's flight path.
A young couple overtook Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
He wore boots.
She walked barefoot, shoes in hand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog head up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He added four stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
The rain had almost come to a standstill.
Droplets just seemed to hang in the air.
"See you mate "
They headed back.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack before setting off the north.
A slow walk back amongst the seaweed.
Beach Buoy found a sea pottery Posie.
Back at the van, the kettle went on.
Beach Buoy drank coffee as Another Dog slept.
A young couple were sat in a car nearby.
Both were sat looking at their phones.
Each opened a door in turn.
Each dropped a drinks can on the floor.
Each closed a car door.
Shortly afterwards the young gentleman stepped out of the vehicle and urinated.
He's a keeper.
Some people are scum.
BEACH BUOY.
