Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 6-35 p.m.
A car meet up was taking place. It was all very civilised.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the access ramp.
A Mother was about half way down the ramp, her young son nearby.
The Mother was on her mobile phone.
It became clear that she was speaking to a stranger who had found her son's lost mobile phone.
"Oh no, we're still here at the beach, he lost it near the dunes."
It seemed that the finders were no longer at the beach.
Beyond the access ramp two grown men dug in the sand with toy-like spades.
Metal detectorists.
One examined a recent find.
A nearby Labrador dug a big hole before running into the sea to wash off the sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was well in but going out.
The Wet Labrador ran to it owner.
There was a lovely slight but fresh breeze off the sea.
It was "Just right."
Even Goldilocks would approve.
Beach Buoy wore one of his orange hoodies.
There was no need to deploy the hood this evening.
Dottie Dog went running by.
Her mam was nearby with friends.
"Hiya Paul."
Greetings and waves were exchanged.
It was still bright and quite high in the sky.
Their sunshine shadows were crisp, almost life-like.
As the walk wet on the would become taller and thinner. A bit like ageing but in reverse.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-13 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Skylarks sang.
South Gare Pier wire a white sleeve of Motor Homes and Campervans.
To the West.
Cranes seem to tend to the wind turbines every need?
A family headed north in the water's edge.
It was one of those evenings that felt like a morning.
"Have they gone yet?"
asked sandy nose.
They had.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back too
"See you mate."
They had a slow walk back.
A dad and lad kicked a ball from one to the other as they headed south.
Others headed for the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
