Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-50 p.m.
There was a blustery wind blowing in off the sea.
People sat in a blue domed tent.
It's opening faced the wind.
It wobbled like a blueberry jelly made from an old fashioned jelly mould.
The tide was well in.
It was one of those evenings were there were people in swimming gear and others in winter coats.
Three headed south, only to do half a beach, then returning north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, passing a driftwood lecture as they did so.
On the strand-line, a Pied-wagtail seemed to conduct a monochrome orchestra, unseen and unheard.
The Sun came out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-23.
Beach Buoy deployed the wobbly driftwood plank.
He sat drinking coffee.
He opened a "Fun"sized Mars Bar.
Oh how he laughed.
The man who walks for miles had the little dog for company again as he dropped down to the beach from the dunes.
Another Dog relaxed in the sand.
The Sun glowed.
Beach Buoy's shadow sat opposite him, drinking coffee too.
They raised a cup to another.
"Cheers."
Beach Buoy stood.
He returned the wobbly driftwood plank to the Marram grass for safe keeping.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north.
Two men in shorts were down by the sea, seemingly putting the world to rights.
BEACH BUOY.
