Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-48 p.m.
Two people sat chatting happily on one of the happy to chat benches.
It was overcast but mild and very muggy.
They headed south.
The slight breeze from the north was welcome.
There was a steep slope on the beach, down to the sea.
A couple were heading south too, but at a much lower level. Their friendly black Labrador came over to say hello.
Beach Buoy patted the dog before reaching into his beach bag.
He retrieved a beach-found ball for the friendly dog to have.
He rolled it down the slope for the dog to chase.
The owners chatted briefly.
The tide was well out, people and their dogs walked the water's edge.
The beach was so contoured.
Sea water filled the lowest levels
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some more stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy sat on a large stack stone.
He drank coffee from his thermal mug.
The coffee hit the spot.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog chilled.
The little dog laid near his feet.
If dogs can have a sit and think, then this is what she was doing as she sniffed at the sea air.
Beach Buoy watched the black Labrador from earlier.
The dog had took off, running to the sea.
Totally enjoying itself as it ran in and out of the sea, wagging its tail as it did so.
It was a pleasure to sit and watch it all take place: a dog's life.
After twenty minutes or so it was time to go.
"See you mate."
They did a short dune walk, down the sandy slope, back to the beach.
A slow walk back as the light faded.
AUTUMN WILL WAKE, LIKE RIP VAN WINKLE,
FOR NOW ITS WARM, CAR HEADLIGHTS TWINKLE.
LIGHT SLIPS AWAY, THROUGH GRASPING HANDS,
AS WE WALK, ACROSS THE SANDS .
