Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the Park Car Park as the Village Church Bells rang out for 4 p.m.
Two hoods went up from the start.
It was bright but there was a light but chilly breeze from the west.
He headed down the northerly beach access ramp.
The litter pick lady was picking beach litter with her white Scottie Dog alongside.
They discussed the craftsmanship involved in making plastic buckets and spades.
A man was up ahead with two Labradoodles.
One was brown.
One was black.
The brown was was more doodle than lab.
The black one was more lab than doodle.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The sea was rough, the tide high.
Beach Buoy had a coffee by the dunes.
The Sea Buckthorn was a little too daunting this afternoon.
The high tide blocked the beach.
He gave the stack a distant wave.
He chose just to chill and relax.
They headed back.
They walked The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
