Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was 3-39 p.m. when they had set off.
It was 3-53, when they passed the clock tower.
8-30 showed on all the faces of the art deco tower..
The reliability of the of the clock being unreliable was becoming a comfort.
They reached the beach at 3-56.
There was a slight chill in the breeze from the west.
They walked to the strand-line.
The non-tidal sand was crisp underfoot, like snow that had frosted overnight.
The soft sand that usually covers it had been shifted by recent strong winds.
They headed south.
The tide was well in.
A Lone Yacht sailed across the bay.
GARETH and MAM were written in the sand.
A lady walked her horse at the water's edge.
The sea ran in, catching them out.
The lady looked at her wet feet.
The horse looked down at wet hooves.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
A tall thin man with a tall thin dog led the way.
JACOB
had written his name in the sand.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The sea almost beat them to the Sandy Slope.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 4-25. p.m.
