Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the sunny car park at 6-49 p.m.
The Wind Turbines all faced northwards.
The wind was cold, the tide well out.
The wreck was just about ashore.
A pale moon hung in a blue sky.
It looked like a balloon that had slipped through a child's fingers.
A Blabbermouth through a ball for his dog.
One of those people who seemed to give everyone a running commentary of their beach walk.
They headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Two hoods were up for the wind-assisted walk.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-19.
Beach Buoy checked the beach below.
He sat and drank a coffee.
It's what Beach Buoys do best.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
People rushed to the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled along back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
