Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off for the nearby beach at 3-43 p.m.
It was a bright and breezy afternoon.
By 3-57 Beach Buoy was kicking sand down the beach access ramp.
A gentle breeze blew from the west.
They headed for the sea.
The tide was a fair way out.
They were around halfway there when the Village Church Bells rang for 4 p.m.
A bad news siren travelled south along the sea front.
Beach Buoy wished them well.
They headed south too but at a more leisurely pace.
Beach Buoy walked to the water's edge.
The scene looked much colder than it was in reality.
A tall man with two Yorkshire Terriers headed north.
They were afternoon beach regulars.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
They wandered about from water's edge to strand-line and back again.
The sky was mainly clear.
The only clouds were long and low, framing the sky.
They looked like a hedgerow around a barren field.
A dog-less couple travelled north up near the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took aim at the stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-19.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched the sky.
The breeze was beginning to bring canopy clouds over the bay, filling the once clear sky.
They turned to return to the beach.
"See you tomorrow Winst."
Beach Buoy walked about twenty paces.
He turned and waved at the stack.
You never know .. one day...
As they reached the beach a couple with two small dogs had joined the beach from the North Gare Pier.
They chatted.
The man said he had seen Beach Buoy the day before, taking photographs.
They shared dead dog stories
Beach Buoy told the tale of Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Aw bless you." said the man.
They said their farewells.
The couple walked north on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy opted for the company of the sea down by the water's edge.
Gulls headed out to a darkening sea, sounding more like Geese than Gulls.
A photograph for a drawing later....
Maybe.
BEACH BUOY.
