Wednesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 4-02 p.m.
It was overcast.
As they headed to the beach, there seemed to be an outbreak of orange coats.
Not Beach Buoy walked a Labrador.
Not Beach Buoy rode a bike.
Not Beach Buoy drove a Dumper Truck.
Not Beach Buoy's drove a Mechanical Digger.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Promenade at 4-16 p.m.
8-52 B.S.T
(Bus Station Time.)
They stepped down to the beach.
A couple with a coloured cart headed back to the Promenade.
A Small Brown Dog in a red coat danced like a ballerina as it tried to catch a bouncing ball.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The colours were pale.
It was like an over-adjusted screen on a 1970's T.V.
A couple walked the water's edge.
A beach-found bracelet.
Sea pottery.
4-45 p.m.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
Rain showed up too.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy drank coffee .
A plane circled overhead unseen thanks to the cloud cover.
It sounded like a military plane.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
Beach Buoy found some bits and bobs on this walk.
It was a slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
