Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was Thursday.
It was 7-30 p.m. as the walked down the access ramp.
The Village Church Bells rang.
It was mild with a slight pleasant breeze.
The tide was way out.
A metal detectorist walked near to the sea, searching for the misfortune of others.
Beach Buoy watched as the man scanned his way along.
He stopped to the ground.
Treasure?
The tide was well out once more.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south on the strand-line.
The Sun made a late attempt at showing up.
The palest of sunshine shadows walked ahead of them.
Two young couples headed north as one.
Another couple walked the water's edge with their playful dog.
Beach Buoy needed to chill out.
He stuck his hands into the pockets of his jean's as he ambled.
The dog down at the water's edge ran and jumped excitedly.
It went paw to paw with it's reflection in the wet sand.
A small ship left Port perhaps in search of a cost of paint?
Beach Buoy was drawn from the strand-line by some promising looking shingle nearby.
The strand-line baton was taken over by a young couple.
They were both dressed in black and grey.
Each looked like the negative image of the other.
A smart , but grey ship headed out to sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-04 p.m.
Beach Buoy loved that it was so light.
He crossed his mind that it must get dark early in Australia this time of year.
Google confirmed it
"In Sydney Australia the sun sets at 5 p m. tonight."
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A slow and peaceful walk back
The Skylarks had bedded down for the night.
The Little Terns were still active, doing what Little Terns do.
Up the access ramp at 8-32 p.m.
Four lads sat on a low fence looking at the cars.
The Little Tern Warden stood at the Promenade wall talking Terns to an interested party.
BEACH BUOY.
