Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
The Village Church Bells rang for 6-30 p m.
as they walked down the beach access ramp.
The Little Tern Warden was just leaving the beach after checking on the birds.
It had been a hot day at work.
The cooling breeze was very welcome.
A family who had drove the wrong route in the carpark, walked the wrong way on the beach, into the dog ban area.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was well in.
The sea has left a narrow strip of wet sand to walk.
Am elderly couple with an elderly Spaniel headed north.
Beach Buoy wasn't being judgemental.
He was elderly too now.
Three dead birds dotted the water's edge.
A Gull.
A Tern.
A Gannet.
Even in death The Gannet was beautiful.
Two Orange hoods went up.
The breeze was nice but the seclusion was better.
Beach Buoy paused, looking at the sea.
A grey/blue sea with crisp white edging.
Beach Buoy kicked a Beach-found football up towards the dune for others to find.
It was a good kick.
It was a good ball.
A lady with three dogs headed north then south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-10.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy surveyed the sea as he drank coffee.
His outer orange coat zipped right up to one of his chins.
Two Orange Fishermen walked the length of North Gare Pier.
Down on the beach below the stack, people and dogs came and went.
"See you mate."
They went back to the beach.
They headed back to the north.
The sea seemed reluctant to give up the wet sand.
It had lost the battle.
The prints that they were making in the sand now would be there until the tide peaked once more.
Beach Buoy took some dune photographs for use on drawings later.
It was slightly overcast now.
Over on the Headland, certain houses at certain angles caught a reflected evening glow.
A jogger ran the heights of the dunes.
Perhaps the dune dwellers were giving chase?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog claimed sanctuary back in the van.
BEACH BUOY.
