Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived.
It was 6-15 p.m.
It was a blustery evening after a windy day.
They headed south.
A mild breeze blew from the south west.
Beach Buoy pulled up two
Anti-world hoods, both orange.
A lady, a ball and her dog all headed north.
The Crouching Cockerpoo from a previous walk crouched once more.
The tide was well out
The breeze claimed the tops of any breaking waves.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had drifted towards the water's edge.
Three Pebbles with legs ran along as if trying to catch an imaginary tiny bus that was about to leave an imaginary stop.
Beach Buoy was sure that one of the birds was holding onto an imaginary but flamboyant hat.
As Beach Buoy began to approach the Sandy Slope, a twitter mate appeared down it with his two excellent dogs.
Two hoods came down.
Beach Buoy let the world in for a while.
They had a lovely chat.
They went their separate ways.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-47 p m.
Wobbly driftwood plank.
Wobbly driftwood coffee.
The coffee stop view.
A wind began to pick up.
Another Dog's ears flapped in the strong breeze that was now a wind.
They headed back.
"See you mate."
Slow walk back.
That time of year, that time of evening, the bay's flashing lights became more noticeable.
Beach Buoy checked the apple and counts.
Headland lighthouse all good at
One apple and.
Then five apple and.
Angled rain heads for The Headland.
Upright and laid back Beach Buoy headed to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
