Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
On the way to the way there, Beach Buoy had kicked his way through dry leaves like a ten year old, before nearly slipping on some wet ones like an eighty year old.
They reached the beach at 3-32 p.m.
It was mild.
It wasn't a busy beach by any stretch of the imagination. The north end being the most populated.
They headed south.
The tide was a fair way in but a narrow almost empty beach is most acceptable.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
He added some stones.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched waves break.
"See you mate."
They had a slow wander back.
Beach Buoy didn't want to walking back in the dark.
It can be quite depressing.
They crossed the
Pay and Display Car Park🤡🤡🤡
The sea should be free.
As night time came with inevitable darkness, Another Dog made herself comfortable.
BEACH BUOY.
