Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-24 p.m.
Fog hugged the dunes like a long lost love.
Beach Buoy had left a sunny back garden behind less than a mile away.
People headed for an unseen sea.
A fogger buzzer buzzed.
They headed south
A lady with a small dog and a baseball cap, did a litter pick.
A metal detectorist scanned the beach for a reason to live.
Determined people had a foggy barbecue.
It's smoke mixed in with the fog.
The tide was well out, just about visible from the strand-line.
Sea front sirens swirled around in the mist.
Someone's day had taken a bad turn.
Energetic children ran along the dune heights.
The walk to Stubborn Dog Stack seemed be taking longer this evening?
No target to aim for in the mist.
Like life sometimes.
The Sandy Slope came into view.
As they walked the dunes towards the stack, the Sun could be seen trying it's very best to shine through.
7 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
The
stone.
Wobbly driftwood plank deployed, Beach Buoy drank a welcome wobbly coffee.
He pulled a hood up.
It wasn't cold.
It helped focus his attention on a sea and sky with no horizon.
One just merged into the other like a perfect relationship.
A figure walked the water's edge.
"See you mate."
By 7-18 they were heading back.
The fog was clearing but even so, it was a while before anyone came into view.
The energetic children walked to the car park slowly on dune-drained legs.
Beach Buoy paused.
He look at the sea.
He had let that inner rush take control.
He waited for calm Beach Buoy to arrive.
They slowly headed back to the van together
There's no rush.
There's no point.
BEACH BUOY.
