Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-37 p.m.
Two determined / devoted beachgoers watched over another in the sea.
It was a fresh wind that blew.
They headed south.
The tide was well out.
The tide and strong wind had different ideas as to where the sea should be.
Four people with a dog headed North on the strand-line.
They were followed by four people with a dog, also heading North on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the water's edge.
A water's edge that seemed to be in mourning, edged as it was by a moving frame of seacoal, all at sea.
At the break in the dune edge, where the a storm surge had punched its way through the dune edge, a jogger could be seen.
He was running up and down a steep slope in the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed a less steep but just as sandy slope.
It was 7-02 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A wobbly coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
Two hoods went up.
Beach Buoy watched the ever changing sea.
Behind them, the Marram Grass looked like a sea too as a carefree wind ran through it.
Another Dog sat patiently.
To the North, a peach sky hung over the village.
Over towards the Headland, seven yachts sailed close to one another.
"See you mate."
They slipped their way down the sandy slope.
Back to the beach below.
Beach Buoy left two hoods up.
The wind was on their backs.
It was cosy.
As usual it was a slow walk back.
Three people and a dog were heading south.
The tide was winning it's battle with the wind.
Oyster Catchers whistled on freshly exposed sands as bemused looking Gulls looked on.
They moved from water's edge to the strand-line.
It looked like it may rain?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp in fading light.
Nearby, two metal detectorists discussed the pros and cons of staying or going.
"You want to f*ck off?"
"Yer."
Dicision made, they too headed to the ramp.
Just as Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the van it began to rain.
Coffee.
BBC Radio Two
Jo Whiley.
BEACH BUOY.
