It was 5 p.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach for their second visit of the day.
It was mild.
There was a light breeze from the south.
The tide was more out than it was in.
A beach fisherman tried his luck.
The Sun had shone for a short while.
Clouds took control.
Beach Buoy just went into walk mode.
People and dogs did people and dogs things.
As if on autopilot, they arrived at Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 5-34.
"Afternoon Mate."
Any visit after 6 p.m. would be
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy replaced the driftwood log seat.
Once again someone had gone to the trouble to move it.
He sat on the sloping log.
He drank coffee.
The air changed suddenly.
It looked like rain
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed north.
Beach Buoy glanced back.
Rain.
With a breeze from the south, it was heading their way.
A not so slow walk back was not enough.
The rain caught up about two- thirds of the way along the dunes.
Soaked.
They cut through up onto The Esplanade.
The long curved shelters either side of The Clock Tower were lined with people sheltering as they are their fish and chips.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog squelched their way back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
