Monday evening.
6-52 p.m.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park.
A warm day.
A horse in a car park horse box called out.
Another on the beach replied.
More horses stood by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south on the beach.
They passed ruins of the day's sand castles.
Horses galloped up and down the beach.
There was a warm breeze from the south west.
The tide was well out.
Mam's in beach chairs watched kids in the sea.
Beach Buoy picked up a piece of sea pottery, it bore the finger marks of its maker.
They all headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
He sat in a stack stone.
He had a sit and think.
"See you mate "
They headed back down the sandy slope to the beach below.
Twenty or more Sand Martins buzzed by like daytime Bats.
Plenty of space.
They followed the horses tracks.
A glorious evening.
BEACH BUOY.
