Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
It was 7 p.m.
It was a sunny, hot and busy evening.
There was a nice breeze off the sea.
Firemen were heading back to their vehicle.
Another dune fire extinguished.
Although it was evening, the beach had a summer afternoon feel about it.
Youths on the Promenade.
Mam's digging holes in the sand.
A couple sat on a driftwood bench.
Pop-up windbreaks had popped up.
Horses walked in the sea.
Little Terns chattered overhead.
There wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
They headed south.
The Artist with a Greyhound headed north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-37 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones after writing on them and giving them a cost of varnish.
Others had been taken.
"See you mate."
They walked a short dune walk, the returned to the beach.
It was a slow walk back.
Their sunshine shadows lagged behind as though they didn't want to leave at all.
A lone beachcomber headed south.
Up ahead, a man stood in the sea, looking at his Dog on the beach.
A Dog stood on the beach, looking at it's owner in the sea.
"Yep?"
"Nope!"
People stood at the water's edge, waving the weekend goodbye as it set off on a five day voyage.
Back on The Promenade a man made a woman laugh as they leaned on a wall.
Two sat on a bench, their towels flapping on a nearby information board.
Loud teenagers came.
Other loud teenagers left, baton passed once more.
A man sat in a white BMW
He played music loudly.
Beach Buoy prepared to set off.
It was difficult to leave a clear sky and a Royal Blue sea behind.
It was 8-15 p.m.
BEACH BUOY.
