Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-02 p.m.
He parked the van, facing the sea.
It was one of four VWs doing so.
Beach Buoy sipped a brought coffee as he looked out to sea.
All but one of the Bay's Wind Turbines stared back at Beach Buoy.
So it was a westerly breeze that blew today.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the access ramp.
A very very wet retriever came running up the ramp.
It was "a" very very wet retriever, not "the" very very wet retriever.
They headed for the sea, as did a couple destined to paddle.
Clouds flew by in the breeze.
The beach was scanned by the sun as it alternated between bright sun and cloud covered shade.
They headed south as screams of laughter came from the north as the two paddlers sat in the sea.
The tide was a fair way out but was heading back in.
To the south end of the beach , masses of seaweed dried in the sun and on the breeze.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones and headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
He placed the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
He sat on a large stack stone.
He looked up at the passing and ever-changing clouds.
A map of Italy became a dog.
The dog inturn became an elephant with it's young.
For once, Another Dog waited patiently.
Low flying Sand Martin's filled the air.
Two Oyster Catchers argued by the water's edge.
They sounded like a couple of football referees, each trying to send the other off.
"See you mate."
Back down to the beach below.
Another, but appreciated slow walk back on a quiet beach.
A setting sun radiated from behind some sea front buildings.
They'd seen it all before.
They left the beach to others...
for now.
BEACH BUOY.
