Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach, arriving at 6-50 p.m.
Teenagers were drifting from dune to promenade.
A young football team were being coached at the bottom of the access ramp.
The promenade wall, the goal.
It reminded Beach Buoy of when he would play at Middleton with a chalked goal and keeper.
Tonight's goalkeeper was flesh and blood. He was recieving special instructions.
"Come out of your goal. Look at your surroundings!"
Down at the water's edge.
The elderly man with an elderly greyhound viewed his.
It was one of those evenings where the clouds fly by.
Any revealed Sun scanned the beach like a barcode.
The tide was well out.
So far out that a beach fisherman was almost seemed to be fishing foreign waters.
A jogger ran the water's edge, towards the elderly man and his dog.
Perhaps a younger version of the elderly man, rushing to ask himself.
"Am l going to be ok?"
"You'll end up looking at the sea with your dog. It's not a bad thing ."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
7-25 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He looked at the sea with his dog, whilst sitting on a Stubborn Dog Stack stone.
A jogger with a Pug and a bottle of water sped through the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog sat.
The breeze had become a wind.
Beach Buoy pulled two hoods up.
The hoods danced around like an insecure tent in a gale.
The bulk of Beach Buoy's fat head kept it secure.
The jogger, the bottle of water and the pug ran back southwards along the water's edge.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach "
A slow walk back.
The fisherman seemed to have stayed in the same spot, a still receding sea leaving him behind.
Beach-trapped water snakes like a Serpent to return to it's source.
Whenever Another Dog wants to play she will pick up a beach stone.
Almost saying .
"Get the ball out, l could choke on this stone!"
She thought she was clever, letting it roll into a puddle.
Beach Buoy.
