Beach Buoy, Another Dog and Borrowed Dog reached a bright beach at 6-10 p.m.
It was breezy but pleasant.
Gulls sat randomly in car park puddles.
The beach wasn't busy.
Gorgeous clouds seemed to rise from the dunes.
They all headed south, close to the water's edge.
The sky fittingly was sky blue, the sea navy.
The tide was a fair way in.
People billed out
Beach Buoy wasn't taking too much notice.
He was just glad to be out.
The three climbed the sandy slope.
It seemed so early for the sun to be even having thoughts about setting.
It did so across the dunes.
6-49 p.m
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Wobbly coffee on a wobbly plank.
Beach Buoy's thoughts turned to Spring.
What if he had already had his last spring?
You don't get notice.
Two "one man tent," hoodies went up.
The northern sky glowed pink.
The Moon waited in the wings.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
They did a slow walk back with six yachts and dusk for company.
Back in the van.
The fairy lights were lit.
BEACH BUOY.
