Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off for the beach on foot at 12-40 p.m.
Raindrops must have left clouds around the same time as they all met up at the Cricket Club a short while later.
It was fine, Peter Kaye type rain that
"Soaks you right through."
As the rain came down two hoods went up.
Thankfully by the time that they set foot and paw on the beach, the rain had stopped.
The tide was a fair way in.
A fresh breeze blew from the south west.
Two hoods came down.
The wooly hat (Non- flamboyant.)
stayed on.
They walked to a sea that seemed noisier than it was wild?
A couple, their dog and a pile of shingle were up ahead.
The couple turned into the dunes
Beach Buoy turned into an eleven year old, skimming stones into the sea whilst no one was looking.
Others began catch up from the north.
The boy became a Buoy once more.
The sea had seemed to become wilder as the walk progressed southwards?
The scene out in the bay matching the roar that crossed it.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Sandy Slope was becoming steeper day by day as the sea came in to claim the base.
Beach Buoy collected three large but suitable stones to add to the stack.
Climbing the slope was difficult.
It was like climbing up a down escalator.
An escalator covered in dry shiting sand.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He watched the sea high-five the North Gare Pier.
It was 1-30.
He stood with the wind on his face and the sea air in his lungs.
A couple had walked as far south as the stack.
They returned to the north hand in hand.
"See you mate.'
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed down to the beach.
A ship left port as they left Stubborn Dog Stack behind... for now ...
Up ahead a lady walked the water's edge.
Every now and then she would stop to photograph the scene out in the bay.
BEACH BUOY.
