Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-32 p.m.
Slight spots drifted around like day trippers waiting for the coach home.
Two girls sat on the low wall at the bottom of the beach access ramp.
"Ive literally used five gig in a week!"
Her companion replied,
"Aw look at that dog. So cute "
Beach Buoy and Cute Dog had reached the sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
It was muggy.
Every now and then a fog buzzer buzzed.
A very strange man overtook them.
He wore a black jacket more suited for a night out.
He marched about in a random pattern.
The way he swung his arms looked like there was a chance that he had left the coat hanger in the jacket when he put it on.
The man disappeared into the dunes.
Another Dog was loving life.
They had found a battered old football.
She after it.
She rolled over it.
She picked it up by a loose panel and shook it.
Down at the water's edge, a man headed north, taking his shoes for a walk as he splashed his way to the Village.
8-13 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Heavier spots of rain began to fall.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
Two hoods went up.
Two hoods came down.
Two hoods went up.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew quickly north.
Off to the Post Office to shelter from the rain.
Back at the van.
8-37 p.m.
A loud rumble of thunder..
BEACH BUOY.
