Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the water's edge at exactly
4 p.m.
It was so mild.
It had been a short walk across the beach to reach the sea as the tide was very high.
As they had headed seaward, two bucket and spade families had just left the beach.
A tall thin man with a tall thin dog also headed home.
The man was grey, his greyhound was black
A lone Yacht sailed in the bay.
They headed south.
An empty beach lay ahead.
The final sandcastle until spring?
Sea pottery piece.
The beach to the north looked quiet too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added three beach stones.
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a large sat stone.
He drank coffee.
He watched as a Maroon ship headed out into the bay and the open sea beyond.
Proving as it did so that was anything but.
It was so very calm.
Small black flies flew around, seemingly enjoying the Sand Martin free air space.
Beach Buoy was so reluctant to move.
No one has passed by.
Eventually...
"See you mate."
They headed down the sandy slope.
As they rejoined the beach, a fish, around two feet in length jumped clear out of the water just a few metres offshore.
The beach had been theirs for so long.
A beach regular appeared from the dunes with her two black dogs.
Beach Buoy checked the time.
4-57.
That was just three minutes short of an hour of beach to themselves.
A jogger approached from the north, the water's edge his lane marker.
Beach Buoy gave way to let the man pass on flat sand.
The sea both completed and claimed the sandcastle.
Others arrived.
Planes crossed the sky.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed the beach to the car park.
Beach Buoy faffed on in the van.
BEACH BUOY.
