Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-06 p.m.
A group of car enthusiasts had gathered.
lt was mad hot.
It was bright with a nice breeze off the sea.
Beach Buoy chatted to the Team Muzzled Dog lady.
The mist/fog gave the beach a Holy Communion Sun.
It had claimed the Headland and Wind Turbines too.
A man tried to train a young Spaniel, tied to a long rope.
Two horses led the way south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog followed at a more leisurely pace.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked towards The Sandy Slope.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He drank a wobbly coffee as he watched the fog.
A little like watching paint dry to some but much more interesting.
A fog buzzer buzzed.
Beach Buoy yearned for a good old fashioned fog horn.
The coffee was nice.
The first for around twelve hours.
Another Dog was a little anxious.
Her lookout mode scuppered by the fog.
Beach Buoy had been up since about 3 a.m.
He was tired.
The Stack felt isolated in the fog.
To him, in a good way.
He could just sleep.
In the end it was time to go.
"See you mate "
They returned to the foggy beach below.
They walked back along the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
A Foggy Jogger passed by.
The Sea seemed to steam.
