Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-45 p.m.
The evening was warm as was the gentle breeze.
It was sunny.
It was busy.
People dotted the dune edge.
Some high like lookouts,others low like snipers.
A Poodle called Poppy ran in ever decreasing circles to greet them.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog.
A Grandad and Grandson walked to the sea hand in hand.
They wore matching tops .
An arm's length and around half a century between them.
The tide was way out.
They headed south.
Long sunshine shadows led the way.
Overhead, Terns creaked like hinges of a rusty garden gate.
🤗🙂
Down at the water's edge, a Dad and lad fished side by side.
Two rod lengths and around twenty five years between them.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the Sandy Slope.
On the beach below, angled rods angled.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-15 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The glorious evening sunlight kissed it.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood bench from its hiding place in the nearby Marram grass.
Bench.
Beach book
Mars bar.
Coffee.
Memories.
Sit.
Think.
A cyclist headed north.
He rode on a while before turning in ever increasing circles.
He dismounted, choosing to head to the dunes on foot.
Coffee drank, memories recalled, they headed back.
"See you mate."
A bird of prey cloud looked to be ready to swoop on some unsuspecting dune dwellers.
The sun had set.
Five Gulls drifted out to sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
