Beach Buoy paid to park!
He hates paying the council's tax on the sea.
The sea is not theirs to tax.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived
at 4-55 p.m.
A warm wind blew from the south west.
They began to head south.
The clouds were excellent.
The tide was more in than it was out.
It was heading out more.
A lady with four dogs left the beach for the car park.
S+D
Had been on the beach.
Or maybe it was just
Stubborn
Dog?
Soft sand was blown out to sea.
The driftwood Sea Serpent cast a strange shadow on to the beach.
Walking-by-the-sea, a young couple overtook a dawdling Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
To the North, a man stood alone in the sea.
He looked around as if to see anybody was watching.
He turned to the beach and the car park beyond.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed a large patch of sea coal as they took aim at The Sandy Slope.
"Evening m."
Beach Buoy stopped, correcting himself.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was a while since they had paid an afternoon visit.
The Sun still had height above the Dunes.
Their sunshine shadows were more life-like.
No tall thin shadows of early morning or late evening.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
There no coffee this afternoon, wobbly or otherwise.
He would have a wobbly sit and think instead.
He and his dumpy sunshine shadow watched as two red ships traded places.
A Jogger jogged southwards.
A Jogger jogged southwards with a Border Collie.
A man with two Spaniels chose to head North at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy was relaxed.
So much so that he almost fell asleep with folded arms.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A slow walk back .
Others overtook them.
The Jogger.
The Jogger with a Border Collie.
The young Couple.
BEACH BUOY.
