Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-42 p.m.
The car park was busy.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky.
The breeze that blew was ideal.
A young lady with a large dog were just ahead of them, on the beach access ramp.
Once she reached the sand, her shoes were off.
She and her dog headed for the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the sea.
A Small Spaniel jumped nearby for a pink frisbee.
A couple sat on the dune edge. looking like they had been there all day long.
Loud youngsters cartwheeled.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had wandered up to the strand-line.
The water's edge has been claimed by the Pug Owners Club.
Two ladies head North .
Each carried an unesssesary cardigan.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took aim at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They rested for a while.
Another Dog was on lookout duty.
In time, they returned to the beach.
The tracks from a beach cyclist led the way back.
They took their time.
No need to rush.
Too late for rushing.
Savour each beach.
Savour each light evening.
BEACH BUOY.
