Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They arrived at 2-15 p.m.
It was as bright as August.
It was as warm as September.
It was as breezy as Mablethorpe.
It had been a slow walk to the beach, not one of those"Quick before it gets dark " walks.
Beach Buoy hadn't gone far when he decided to have a sit and think.
He plonked himself down.
He placed his beach note book on the sand next to his coffee and Another Dog's water.
Another Dog decided to dig a shallow hole in the sand.
She sat in it.
People walked by down at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy was tired.
He laid flat on the sand next to the dune edge.
He hadn't laid like that for years.
Silver Planes crossed the sky.
Another Dog was on guard.
Beach Buoy checked.
The coast was clear in many ways.
Beach Buoy nodded.
He sat up.
The water's edge procession went on;
DOG WALKERS
BEACHCOMBERS
DOG COMBERS
(those that come to groom their dogs.)
BEACH WALKERS.
After a few old man sound effects, Beach Buoy was up
They headed south to the sandy slope and Stubborn Dog Stack beyond.
Beach Buoy took the stack photograph from a distance.
There was only one lady in a swimming costume on the entire beach.
She was stood in front of the stack.
Beach Buoy quickly added stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
With a quick "Afternoon Mate." and quicker "See you Mate."
He and Another Dog were gone.
They began a slow walk back.
It was a busy scene to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
