Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot and paw at exactly the same time as yesterday.
4-01 p.m.
They are lucky enough to have sheep at the end of the road.
The dunes lay in the distance on the above photograph.
It was a windy afternoon.
A storm was forecast for later.
Another Dog was stopping to sniff again again.
They did a dawdled dance.
Slow,slow,sniff,sniff,slow.
It was 4-25 when the turned the corner at the golf club.
They still couldn't see the sea but they could certainly hear it.
They cut across the grass next to the promenade, heading for the more northerly steps to access the beach.
In the car park two ladies stood at the rear of their car, struggling to put arms in long wind-flapped coats.
It was 4-27 p.m.
When they finally reached the sands.
The tide was a fair way in.
A man and woman chatted to the north.
A couple were heading north along the water's edge.
They had a small brown puppy and a Bulldog with a ball.
The puppy looked over.
It couldn't decide, friend or foe?
Beach Buoy crouched down low.
Friend!
The excited puppy came to say hello.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog.
The Bulldog trotted over, dropping the ball nearby for Beach Buoy to throw.
Beach Buoy obliged.
"Thank you." said the owner.
They went their separate ways.
A Pale Sun looked down on a windy but a mild in temperature beach.
Gulls were going nowhere fast in the strong wind as they hung over the water's edge.
Below them, scampering Pebbles with Legs made better progress.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were heading south.
A lady and her dog led the way into the headwind.
It wasn't cold, but to be honest Beach Buoy was looking forward to two hoods up on the way back.
They climbed The Sandy Slope.
The beach below it resembled a badly laid cobblestone street.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-55 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The wobbly driftwood plank was fetched.
Beach Buoy sat.
The two hoods went up.
The cobwebs had well and truly been blown away
Last seen queuing at Verrill's on the Headland for chips.
Another Dog sat nearby.
She is getting the hang of the sit and think thing.
The strong wind buffeted Beach Buoy.
It and the sound of the sea were relaxing.
He could have easily have fallen asleep.
Time to go.
The tide was coming in.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They began a slow but wind-assisted walk back.
They chatted to a man with a yappy dog.
A Jogger almost barged his way past.
They walked back.
BEACH BUOY.
