Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 5-52 p.m.
It had been raining heavily.
As they walked to the beach, sunshine and birdsong filled the air.
They reached the beach at 6-05 p.m.
Earlier heavy rain had left the beach looking like a sheet of planished cooper.
The tide was well out.
A pleasant breeze blew from the south west, across the beach and out to sea.
They headed to the sea.
Another Dog decided to pay tribute to Stubborn Dog.
Eventually they moved.
It was a glorious evening.
Beach Buoy glanced back to the north.
Their was room for all.
They headed south.
Down by the sea, people paddled in the sea.
Some barefoot.
Some in pink wellington boots.
The group with a dog like Bonnie, head North, near the dune edge.
Down at the water's edge, two Yorkshire Terriers your yapped and snapped their way south.
A man with a limp and a Greyhound passed by.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack at 6-36 p.m.
An evening visit to the stack in sunlight.
He had waited so long but so impatiently for this moment.
Beach Buoy savoured the scene.
Their sunshine shadows joined them too.
Even the small fly that landed on a page of Beach Buoy's Beach Book was welcome.
It crossed the white page like a comma on tour.
Beach Buoy relaxed.
He exhaled so much that he almost deflated.
They headed back.
A little white Dog came over.
Beach Buoy didn't recognise it at first.
He bent over to greet the Dog.
It was Pip.
They had met once before.
A Twitter mate came over .
Narla, her other dog was with her.
They chatted briefly.
They recalled the last time that their paths had crossed.
A windy night with a high tide.
Beach Buoy gave directions to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They wished each other well before going their own way.
They headed back to the Promenade.
BEACH BUOY.
