Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 3-53 p.m.
It was overcast.
Goggle reckoned there was a 30% chance of rain for the duration of the walk.
The tide was slightly more out than it was in.
A man with a stick walked northwards along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
"Hiya Paul."
It was Purdy's mam she had brought a friend to see the beach.
They chatted briefly.
Their paths sometimes cross early morning, never before in the afternoon.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had chosen a route midway between the strand-line and the sea.
A man and dog walked northwards.
Another man and dog walked northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked as far as the daunting grey rocks.
The day matched the colour of the rocks but a brief glow of late sun turned crisp white wind turbines, out in the bay, peach
They clambered across the rocks.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 4-32 p.m.
Beach Buoy stood sipping his non-wobbly coffee as the sun set.
He had a look around.
No sign of that wobbly driftwood plank.
He had grown attached to it.
It's not like they grey on trees...
"See you mate."
They beaded back to the beach below.
They had a slow walk back to the van.
Up on a dune height a silhouette with a stick and a dog headed south.
Gone to collect the wobbly driftwood plank after hiding it nearby. Thought a suspicious Beach Buoy.
😂
Over the dunes, two long narrow clouds looked like orange conger eels as the fading sun illuminated them.
BEACH BUOY.
