Another Dog never looks keen to go out.
She loves it when they do.
It was 7-50 p.m. when they arrived at the beach.
They headed down the access ramp.
A couple in front talked an East Europe language.
They carried a cushion.
Two young ladies were behind Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
"Do you think lm an alcoholic?"
No answer.
" I think l might be alcoholic."
she. Had made her own diagnosis.
It was a grand evening."
The East European couple sat on their cushion.
Other couple sat on sand.
Out in the bay, Gulls feasted on something on the sea surface.
A man fished with a small rod.
Beach Buoy thought a lady was doing extreme distant waving from the water's edge.
As he approach, he saw that she was doing Yoga-by-the-sea.
A Grey Ship left Port as they climbed The Sandy Slope.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-25 p.m.
Again, a fish jumped clear of the sea.
Beach Buoy made a note.
22/6/23.
The Skylarks still sang.
Overhead, six Gulls chased another for a scrap of food.
Looking North from Stubborn Dog Stack.
The fisherman still fished.
"See you mate."
They dawdled back.
The light was lovely.
Near the dunes, someone and left ten beer bottles.
Beach Buoy gathered them up and placed them in a nearby cardboard box.
BEACH BUOY.
