Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They headed down the beach access ramp at 4-45 p.m.
The ringing of the Village Church Bells confirmed it to be the case.
As they descended, the Sun came out.
It hadn't been seen all day.
They went northwards for a short while to take the photograph shown above.
Someone has planted a piece of driftwood upright in the sand.
The least Beach Buoy could do is capture the scene.
A man with a Labrador and an orange coat headed north by the water's edge.
Another man with another Labrador and another orange coat headed to the car park.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
An orange coat was involved.
The tide was well out.
A couple with three dogs worked their way towards the car park via the strand-line.
The water's edge orange coat continued north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
It was good to have their sunshine shadows along on the walk.
Beach Buoy thought that his was looking a little tired.
A flock of black sea birds rafted on the sea, just offshore.
They came in and out of sight with the rise and fall of the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed The Sandy Slope.
A few steps into the dunes and Stubborn Dog Stack came into view.
It was 5-15 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Before coffee he checked the beach.
The beach was theirs for now.
Beach Buoy fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
He sat down.
He wobbled.
He would have arm wrestled a bear for the plank today.
He needed this.
His sunshine shadow rested, stretched out on the dune Marram Grass ahead of him.
A nearby stone acted as a coffee table.
Twenty seven wind turbines spun uniformly out it in the bay.
The uniform being a white suit with yellow wellington boots.
The breeze blowing across the dunes onto his back was very welcome.
A cyclist appeared to the south.
Beach Buoy watched as the cyclist sped northwards along the water's edge.
Two small boats traded places in the river mouth.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
"See you mate."
Three joggers approached from the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog progressed at a slower rate.
The Sand Martins were just a memory and a hope for the future rolled into one.
A cloud reminded Beach Buoy of the stunning little bird's swoops along the dune edge.
At the water's edge, a Gull as big as a football watched Beach Buoy's and Another Dog's progress.
Just behind it, another Gull sat on the sea.
It was being rotated by the wind.
It reminded Beach Buoy of a toy rubber duck sat in a filling bath.
At the tap end.
The beach started to become busier as the free parking was about to start.
The breeze had become a wind.
A Gull that was trying to fly west ended going further and further northwards.
The Village Church Bells rang for 6 p.m.
as they stepped onto the access ramp.
Up on the promenade Beach Buoy watched as a man in a big Mercedes sped into the car park.
He drove at resting Gulls
They scattered.
The man stepped out of the car.
He and his tattooed legs began jogging north.
Beach Buoy.
