As Beach Buoy locked the front door of the house, he could see the Bay's Wind Turbines were edge on to the house.
A northerly breeze, thought Beach Buoy.
It was around 6-30 p.m. when they reached the beach car park.
A few vertical posts were all that was left of the Little Tern Barrier.
The beach felt off balance.
The birds and the fence had been there for months
Another Dog broke Stubborn Dog's existing drag record.
Oh how we laughed..not.
Eventually she began to walk.
They headed south.
The tide was high.
The sea was choppy.
The sun was bright.
Beach Buoy headed to the dune edge as two ladies passed by with their dog.
Beach Buoy dropped back to the beach to collect some stack stones.
"Evening Mate."
He added the recently collected stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy stood facing the strong breeze that was blowing off the sea.
The dry air smelt of sea spray.
He sat and drank a very strong coffee from a thermal mug.
He watched as two Chinook Helicopters flew down the river and out to sea.
He stared until he could see them no more.
Even their unmistakable thudding sound faded away.
"See you mate."
They slid down a sandy slope.
They headed back as the sunset turned white clouds pink.
BEACH BUOY.
