Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach car park a couple of minutes before 7 p.m.
A heavily tattooed man and a heavily tattooed woman walk their Rottweiler along the promenade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog head to the beach .
They headed south.
It was very mild and muggy.
There was a slight warm breeze from the west.
It drifted across a wide expanse of beach as the tide was way out.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle as the walked.
"Hiya."
It was the distant wave lady!
Walking an evening beach.
They discussed beach visits.
Hugo looked odd being on a lead.
He would have the run of a morning beach.
"Bye."
"Bye."
It was odd seeing a morning person in the evening.
No doubt, she thought the same.
15 Oyster Catchers walked to the sea like a guided tour.
Two horses trotted back to the north.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones as he walked towards the Sandy Slope and Stubborn Dog Stack beyond.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added the stones.
"Evening Mate."
They did not stay long.
Flies, attracted to the drying seaweed seemed to everywhere.
"See you mate "
A tiny bird watched them leave.
The beach to the north looked fairly quiet.
They crossed the tangles of seaweed.
They had a slow walk back.
A couple headed south, hand in hand, feet in sea
A bigger bird.
A family group led the way to the access ramp as blue lights and vociferous sirens travelled the sea front.
BEACH BUOY.
