Seafront advertisement.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 4 p.m.
The tide was high.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The litter pick lady carried a car tyre to the Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy tried to give a Parcel of Oyster Catchers a wide berth as they stood by the sea.
They took flight anyway.
A man and boy with three dogs were to the north.
The boy ran from dune to sea and back again.
A tall man with two Yorkshire Terriers passed nearby.
He's a beach regular but slips through the blog next most times.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods and took a sip of coffee.
A figure up ahead clambered over the grey rocks.
It was a man carrying driftwood.
It was the Artist that Beach Buoy carried Driftwood for a good few months back.
They chatted like old friends.
They wished each other well before going their separate ways.
The Artist headed back to the car park.
Beach Buoy carried on south a little bit further south.
He gave Stubborn Dog Stack a bit too distant wave.
Tired legs, fading light meant coffee at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned north.
They crossed over onto The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy placed his beach clean items in an Esplanade Bin.
Talk.
Moonrise.
A lady passed nearby with her inquisitive dog.
"C'mon Rolex."
Time to go...
BEACH BUOY.
