Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the house on foot and paw at 6-47 p.m.
It was as dark as night and as mild as May.
They headed in the direction of the sea front.
A light breeze blew.
They passed the broken clock tower, it was just after seven.
One of two long seats at the Bus Station.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered down to the dark beach.
It wasn't ideal but a beach is a beach.
Then it was back up to the Promenade in front of the Village Green.
A new build with a view across the Bay.
No television required.
They walked as far as the Canoe man's house.
A slow walk back.
Wood fired Pizza...
BEACH BUOY
