Sunday afternoon.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It had felt he was just sat, waiting for dusk to come climbing over the garden fence an hour early.
It was as bright and warm as a spiring day.
It felt like May with all of its hope of warm days and guaranteed light nights.
They accessed the beach via the steps north of the promenade ramp.
They crossed what was the Little Tern Area.
The tide was way out.
They headed south on the vast beach.
Beach Buoy looked across to the Bay's Wind Turbines.
He wasn't sure if was the time of day, height of sun or directions of the wind but....
It was the first time he could recall seeing the shadows of the turbine blades travel the length of the turbine mast.
They had a slow walk .
Lots of room for all.
"Afternoon Mate."
They had reached the stack.
Beach Buoy placed some stones from the beach up on the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
They watched the sea and sky.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
It was blowy up on the dunes
"See you mate."
They headed back.
A lady stood at the water's edge.
She wore a long but unfastened coat.
The coat swirled and flapped in the wind.
She looked to be dancing a dramatic Latin dance with an unseen partner.
People and dogs were coming and going, as were the first spots of rain.
Minutes after they arrived back at base camp, the heavens opened.
BEACH BUOY.
