Sunday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-45 p.m.
The headed for the sea
Behind them, horses clip clopped down the beach access ramp.
Another Dog was having none of it.
She laid down as if she had been shot.
The horse riders laughed at her antics.
Eventually they made their way towards the sea.
The tide was well in, but was going out.
There was a bit unpleasant breeze from the north.
It had been a sunny day but it was a little overcast now.
A very slim old man ran along the water's edge.
He broke into a walk shortly after passing Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
Horses ran south then back to the north a few times.
A sort of beach point to point.
Three lads were heading north.
They were near Stubborn Dog Stack.
The three teenagers paused on the beach below, before writing in the sand with their fishing rods.
Messages written, they continued north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They sat a while.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down to the beach.
He read the messages that the teenage fishermen had written in the sand.
Sadly it wasn't good.
Beach Buoy won't repeat it.
The horses had left more cheerful messages behind.
They headed back slowly.
A man in a wooly hat overtook them.
He had an angry way of walking.
He stormed off into the dunes.
A lone figure picked the strand-line ahead of them as they walked.
Down by the beach access ramp, an orange pop-up tent had popped up.
BEACH BUOY.
