Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 3-38 p.m.
The breeze that blew from the west was a bit chilly.
It looked like the tide has not long turned from high?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
CHARLIE AND DADDY
had written their name in the sand.
Beach Art.
Others head back as a jogger heads south.
Thud! a boy chased a kicked football to the sea.
Three Small Spaniels yapped and ran.
Ran and yapped.
The elderly man with an elderly greyhound headed north on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy was on the nearby waters edge.
"Hello there."
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy added a nit too distant wave for luck.
They headed for the "Easy" route through the dunes.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-43.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a stoney stack.
A man in a baseball cap passed by with his Red Setter.
"Hiya."
"Hiya mate."
A jogger passed by.
"Hiya."
... nothing.
Down on the rocks below a man and young daughter were struggling northwards.
Beach Buoy stood
There's an "easy" route through the dunes up here.
"Is there? Thank you."
The two clambered up the dune edge.
Beach Buoy pointed out the pathway.
"Thank you, there was thorns everywhere.
Stubborn Dog Stack.
360.
"See you mate."
They headed back through the dunes.
The Moon patiently waited for it's chance to shine.
As they approached the high end of the "easy" route a dog that was coming the other way crouched down in shock.
It owner followed.
"Frightened the life of me too." said the man laughing.
"I've been waiting there half an hour for someone to pop over the top"
joked Beach Buoy.
The man laughed once more, adding.
"I bet you go back and wait again for the next one when l've gone."
More laughter.
Slow walk back.
The lady with a whispy dog headed south.
"The seacoal is deep tonight isn't it?"
"Yes, very."
BEACH BUOY.
