Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They left the house at 4-01 p.m.
By 4-20 they were walking on the promenade.
Down on the beach below, a lady laughed out loud at the antics of her two dogs as if they were her best friends.
Perhaps they are?
There was a Pale Sun over the Dunes.
The tide was well in.
A breeze blew off the sea.
Three Crows stood watching as Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked by.
They headed south.
A lady with a dog on a long lead overtook them briefly before returning to the north.
Another lady overtook them with her black dog.
Someone had placed a flat, round stone, edge on into the sand.
It looked like a dunked biscuit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to The Sandy Slope.
High tides and rough seas had claimed some of the slope.
Beach Buoy climbed the remaining slope using someone's down
steps.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-49 p.m.
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He placed the wobbly driftwood plank on top of the stack.
He sat facing the sea.
Two Hoods up.
Coffee in hand.
He watched a Grey Sea edged by white.
A Lone White Yacht crossed the Bay.
North to South.
Beach Buoy gave out a big yawn.
He stood and stretched out his arms like a Wind Turbine.
Beach Buoy looked down at the stack.
"Oh Winnie. See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked a short dune distance back to The Sandy Slope.
He climbed down using his own up steps for footing.
Back to the beach.
More dune edge had collapsed.
The beach was narrower.
The tide was coming in.
Slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
