Beach Buoy was sat in the back garden.
It was 6-28 p.m.
The Gulls came calling.
It was still too hot.
The beach would be packed.
He decided to wait...
It was 7-39 p.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park.
It was indeed busy.
Family camps dotted the strand-line.
The tide was a fair way out.
There wasn't a cloud in sight.
Buckets and spades were still heading to the sea.
There was a slight breeze off the sea.
It must have been breeze free out in the bay?
The wind turbines stood as if frozen in time.
Horses in the Sea.
It was so hot and bright.
Almost 8 p.m.
So bright.
So busy.
They headed south.
It was quieter down the southern part of the beach.
It was a pointer to the day's temperature that there was more barefoot prints than shoes along the sands.
Prints...
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy admired the view for a while.
"See you mate."
They headed back down onto the beach.
A family made the long tired walk back towards the car park.
Beach Buoy could almost hear...
"Can we have fish and chips?"
Two figures led the way.
They looked like shadows that just had enough after a long day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach access ramp.
Teenagers sat near the dune edge.
The girls giggled.
The boys tried to talk like dads.
BEACH BUOY.
