Tuesday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at around 7-22 but p.m.
It had been raining.
It was overcast with a warm breeze.
Random spots of rain seemingly reluctant to reach the sand, hung in the air.
Beachgoers were few and far between.
The three headed south.
The tide way way out.
Little Terns crossed the beach, heading for the nest site with their catch.
Someone called Rowley has written their name in the sand.
Swirls of sand.
Swirls of cloud.
They headed towards the Sandy Slope.
Up the Slope then the short dune walk to Stubborn Dog Stack.
There was a newcomer to the stack.
"Hello Charlie Boy." as he patted the brightly-painted new addition.
All are welcome.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-52.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy turned 360 degrees.
It was peaceful.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed north along the water's edge.
Rain began to fall.
Not heavy , but rain it was.
There wasn't a soul in sight.
Towards the end of their walk, others arrived.
Room for all this evening.
BEACH BUOY.
