Sunday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach once more.
It's the best of places.
Beach waited at the top of the access ramp to allow two horses and riders leave the beach behind.
None of the "Borrow." beach toys had been returned.
That was sad.
They went down, onto the beach.
It had been very hot.
It was 7-25 p.m. now.
It has cooled a little.
The sky was overcast with a lovely breeze off the sea.
The tide was way out into the bay.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to a distant sea.
Even though the beach was fairly busy, such was the space created by the low tide, there was room for all.
To the north, the light over the village was glorious.
Earlier beach visitors had left their mark.
Written in the sand.....
EMMA WAS HERE.
EDITH WAS HERE.
ISLA.
JESS IS THE BEST.
Beach Buoy was here reading them.
He stood facing the sea.
The breeze blew on his face.
"A Goldilocks breeze."
thought Beach Buoy.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.
It was just right.
They headed off in the direction of Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-02.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They stayed with Stubborn Dog a while before heading back northwards
"See you mate."
They began their slow walk back.
Beach Buoy tried to grasp every second of the light available.
The light nights felt like freedom.
A mini weekend at the end of every day.
Up ahead, more horses had arrived.
The horses were coaxed into the sea to cool.
As he headed back, Beach Buoy collected any beach toys that he could see.
A Sand Castle bucket, rake and a Toucan were placed on the ramp wall, where the litter-pick lady had kindly left some earlier.
BEACH BUOY.
