Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-29 p.m.
It was very bright and just as breezy.
The breeze / wind blew from the East, over the sea.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the strand-line.
A Friendly Retriever trotted over to say hello.
A Greyhound called Roxy ran here, there and everywhere.
Her called name did the same.
The Roxy group headed north.
A hand in hand couple followed.
Driftwood by the dunes.
Shortly afterwards the vast beach was theirs.
Beach Buoy wondered if the Wind Turbines had been locked off.
The large white blades stood motionless.
If it wasn't for the breaking waves the whole scene would have looked like a photograph.
A dog-less man walked between the dune edge and the grey rocks from the south.
He headed north along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Another Dog paying Stubborn Dog a visit.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-05 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
Motionless for a while he became a figure in the photograph of the bay.
Beach Buoy glanced to the Village.
Four Gulls hung in the updraft.
He watched them pass.
They turned as one to head out to sea.
The peace was disturbed by a man with a dog called Billy down at the water's edge.
"Billy, Billy! Billy!"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the beach.
They headed north.
A Dune-dweller tried to sneak south unseen, using the dazzle of the late evening sun as cover.
Beach Buoy saw him, dressed all in black with a matching rucksack.
A lost shadow.
Out for a stroll.
Looking for a soul,
To cling to.
AN IMAGINED POST CARD FROM SEATON CAREW.
Hi all,
You should have stayed.
It's been a gorgeous evening.
Look what you missed
Love to all.
P.S.
Spare Cat food tins in cupboard next to sink.
Coffee with a sea view.
Mobile Beach Hut mode...
BEACH BUOY.
