Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They arrived at 5-10.
They accessed the beach from the steps just north of the beach access ramp.
He had seen a couple with a bulldog descending the ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head south .
Two ladies and their dogs exited stage left.
The tide was neither in or out.
The weather was bright and breezy.
They headed south.
Dry sand snaked out to sea.
From the north west to the south east.
Two hoods were up as much to blinker Beach Buoy from the world.
They headed south along the strand-line.
A dog began to approach.
Beach Buoy crouched down to let it and it's nearby owner that he would be glad greet the friendly looking dog.
The dog dropped it's ball.
It began to run to Beach Buoy, had second thoughts, ran back to it's ball, the owner.
The owner laughed.
"He doesn't know what to do."
Two pebbles with legs scampered in and out of the broken water's edge.
Such speed with tiny legs.
Beach Buoy reckoned with taking leg length into account that he should be scampering along at about 73 m.p.h.
He ambled southwards.
They climbed the sandy slope.
"Afternoon Mate."
5-46 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Out came the wobbly driftwood plank.
Out came the wobbly driftwood coffee.
A man in a baseball cap walked on the beach below the stack.
Once again Beach Buoy's bright orange camouflage meant that they went unseen.
Beach Pal.
The best of seats.
Others began to arrive.
Beach Buoy began to leave.
"See you mate."
Back to the sandy slope.
Back to the beach.
They walked the water's edge
The gently breaking waves were heavy with sea coal.
Metal detectorists beep beep in the dunes.
A dolphin cloud turned into a shark.
People do that too.
TUMBLES OF SEAWEED
TERNS IN THE SKY
WAVING TO STRANGERS
WHO GO PASSING BY.
They meandered their way back.
BEACH BUOY.
