Wednesday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived at 6-40 p.m
A sports team had began to gather on the promenade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was raining out in the bay.
The tide was way out.
They headed south.
As he walked, Beach Buoy returned more of his seaglass and sea pottery finds to the sea.
All as worn as sea-tumbled pebbles.
No sharpe edges.
Hopefully someone else will find enjoy them.
He still will be keeping the very special pieces.
Spots of rain came and went as they continued south.
Hoods went up and down on more than one occasion.
Every now and then, a band of sunlight would race along the length of the beach.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-08.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The view North.
The view west.
New wind turbines being loaded for transportation.
"See you mate."
They all returned to the beach below.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They began to make their way northwards.
A sports team ran up and down the slopes of the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and the dogs took a flatter, slower route
A carried coat.
The man had paused to watch the sea and perhaps listen to the chatter of the Little Terns.
Swimmers swam.
Dune dwellers dwelled.
Yachts sailed.
The sun looked down on them all.
BEACH BUOY.
