Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
5-50 p.m. saw them on the esplanade chatting to one of the Little Tern Wardens.
"Alright there?"
"Yes, you?"
"Aye."
"Bit bleak isn't it?"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was overcast a.k.a bleak.
A strong breeze from the south carried spots of rain.
The tide was well out.
The elderly man with an elderly greyhound walked the beach a while before heading for the dune edge.
Beach Buoy was tempted to turn back.
The weather was rubbish and low wind blown sand could be an issue.
To the south, a couple walked with two German Shepherd's.
The Dogs both shared one large piece of driftwood.
They trotted side by side with the wood grasped tightly by their teeth.
Both assistant branch managers.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the water's edge.
The elderly man with an elderly greyhound sat on the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the "easy" route
Their sunshine shadows joined them.
6-24.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added seven stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Two hoods went up
Coffee.
It was blowy up in the dunes but oddly it seemed calmer than down on the beach below.
Beach Buoy watched the Gulls.
He gave out a big audible exhale.
Everything had felt a little more laboured today.
Another Dog was laid flat but still on guard for in-coming.
The wind dropped a little.
Two hoods came down.
A plane flew overhead.
Beach Buoy waved the mist distant of waves.
You never know someone might have waved back?
Beach Buoy would like to think that they did.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Two ladies walked the water's edge.
One barefoot, shoes in hand.
Slow walk back.
The wind had dropped on the beach too.
The snaking sands were almost still.
BEACH BUOY.
