Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They set off at 4-44 p.m.
The clouds over the golf club looked wonderful.
They arrived at the beach.
It was 4-58 p.m.
9-36 B.S.T.
(Bus Station Time.)
It was warm.
Too warm for Beach Buoy's Orange coat to be honest.
Two ladies headed down the access ramp ahead of them, before stopping to sit on the lower part of the sloping wall.
A metal detectorist searches the water's edge, perhaps looking for a hobby.
It was a glorious afternoon.
The type you dream about whilst on a winter walk with just half an hour of daylight left, dreading a walk back by torchlight.
The breeze off the sea was glorious and refreshing, not biting.
The tide was slightly more in than it was out.
The metal detectorist continued his search northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog chose to head south.
They had a hobby in place, the beach.
A ship headed for the River.
A horse and rider travelled the beach almost level with Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
The horse rider paused to look at the sea.
Two Ducks flew towards the dunes at speed, like arrows into a love sick heart.
A fish lay dead on the strand-line.
Frozen in time to when it took its last gasp of air.
It wore a fly overcoat now.
The couple with a pair of Border Collie ms that round each other up passed by.
Sand Martins worked the dune edges as a Pheasant gave a rusty gate call.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat for a while.
He watched rainfall, out in the bay to the north.
The wind picked up.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They walked north along the water's edge.
The threat of rain seemed to pass.
The view south towards the river.
A dogless couple passed.
A lady walked north.
A couple cut across from the dunes to the sea with their two small dogs.
BEACH BUOY.
