Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-14 p.m.
A Mother and two children were draging a box of beach up the access ramp.
The children sat in the boot of the car cleaning their feet of sand.
Hiding the evidence.
It was mild and cloudy.
It was a strange light type of evening.
Pale colours all around.
There was a pleasant breeze from the south east.
Beach bicycle.
The tide was way out.
The light was so pale that photographs hardly seemed visible on Beach Buoy's phone camera.
Looking North.
A friendly tan-coloured dog trotted over to say hello
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the visitor.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards.
A lady headed north with her spaniel.
The beach to the south was theirs now.
It was foggy but not foggy.
It was misty but not misty
It was both dull and light.
A very odd light illuminated the bay and it's beaches.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-45 p.m.
Angled rain fell on the horizon as Beach Buoy added some stones to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
The hidden short plank.
Beach Buoy placed it on the stack
A wobbly temporary
bench, but a bench just the same.
Beach Buoy sat down carefully.
He drank coffee.
He ate chocolate.
He wobbled.
He gave the biggest of sighs.
A couple headed north on the beach below.
As they walked, they pointed.
As they pointed, they walked.
Beach Buoy folded his arms
As he did so, the first random drops of rain fell on his face.
The pointy couple passed by below.
Beach Buoy imagined the discussion...
"That's the North Gare Pier there "
*Points*
"What that one?"
*Points*
"Yes, that other one is South Gare Pier."
*Points.*
"What? Over there?"
*Points.*
Beach Buoy watched the couple as they disappeared to the north.
He watched the tide claim the beach.
The pointy couple returned to the north.
Beach Buoy imagined their conversation once more.
"Have you seen that bloke sat in the dunes?"
*Points.*
"Who, him?"
*Points*
The pointy couple headed north into the distance.
That's them there in the photo above.
*Points.*
Time to head back.
"See you mate."
Out came another big sigh.
They dropped down onto the beach below.
The elderly gentleman and his elderly greyhound headed for a driftwood bench situated just behind the dune edge.
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog passed them, they were both having a sit and think.
They have chatted in the past.
The gentleman is indeed a gent.
The water's edge.
A man looked out to sea.
The headland wore a cloud hat at a jaunty angle.
By-the-sea.
The only place to be.
A slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
🚐🏴☠️
