Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-06 p.m.
It was still half term.
Teenagers drifted from dune to promenade to be replaced by the same.
The tide was way out.
The dunes were busy with youth.
The beach much quieter.
A Dog and Jogger headed north along the dune edge.
A couple walked southwards down on the water's edge.
It was overcast, with a breeze off the sea.
A red ship and a blue ship swapped places.
River for Sea.
Sea for River.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took the strand-line route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-38.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Although it was quite chilly, overcast and the breeze strengthening, a Skylark rise into the air nearby and sang the sweetest song it had sang all year.
Beach Buoy hoped that it wasn't a farewell performance.
Beach Buoy looked up.
There almost directly above him, a Kestrel hung in the air.
As Beach Buoy reached for his phone, the bird took flight, heading south.
Down on the beach below, a man with a stick searched the strand-line line.
Maybe the best find so far was the stick?
A lady and two dogs headed north on the water's edge.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Three.
They had their usual slow walk back.
People and dogs were dotted around.
An elderly man with an elderly greyhound made their way to the sea.
Colourful Yachts seemed reluctant to leave the Pier behind.
They headed to the access ramp.
Little Terns chased Gulls four times their size away from the nest site.
BEACH BUOY.
