Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-12 p.m.
Beach Buoy faffed on a while.
He is faffing more and more lately.
In fact if the Open University did a faffing course he would be tempted.Then again he would faff on too much with the application forms etc.
A man in a smart suit walked down the access ramp onto the beach.
He headed towards the sea.
He took photographs before heading north, back towards the village.
The tide was just about more in than it was out.
There there was a very fresh breeze from the north.
They headed South.
A man with a brown dog did the same.
A lady chose to head North with her black dog.
Beach Buoy pulled two hoods up.
He stuffed his hands into pockets.
It was cosy.
The breeze was blowing onto his back.
It helped to keep the hoods in place.
On the way back it could be like a parachute trailing behind a drag race car.
A random Border Collie was running up and down the water's edge.
Upon seeing Beach Buoy, it ran over, dropping it's tennis ball for Beach Buoy to kick.
Beach Buoy obliged.
It fetched the ball, dropping it at Beach Buoy's feet for a second time.
It chased the kicked ball before returning to two ladies, walking north on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-44 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat drinking coffee with a face full of fresh sea air.
The breeze had become a wind.
The side to side driftwood plank induced wobble had been joined by an additional to and fro wobble, thanks to the wind.
Beach Buoy finished the coffee and a tiny tiny Toffee Crisp.
"See you mate."
Another Dog was keen to go back to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
They walked the water's edge.
Along to the North, a couple walked
hand-in-hand.
The ladies long hair and long coat swirled in the strong wind.
It was if the scene needed it's own specific soundtrack.
Meanwhile, a little to the South, alongside an angry sea, an Orange good slapped Beach Buoy around the hood.
A lady in sportswear headed south.
She half jogged half tip-toed along.
She paused to take a photograph of
Twenty Seven Wind Turbines.
She set off once more.
.The Sun appeared as it disappeared.
It was only 7-10
It looked as if the dunes were on fire.
They weren't.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the van.
Beach Buoy sat listening to Jo Whiley on radio two.
BEACH BUOY.
