Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-55 p.m.
It was Sunny
A chilly breeze blew from the east.
The tide was a fair way out.
It had been windy for a good while.
Any shifting sand had already been shifted.
It left a stoney and crusted surface on much of the beach.
He has never been yet, but it was like what Beach Buoy imagined the surface of the Moon would be like.
They headed south.
It looked warm enough for T-Shirts.
In reality it was fresh enough for coats.
A couple passed by.
They all chatted.
They were trying to train their young dog, Toby.
Beach Buoy checked north.
He and Another Dog carried on south towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Up ahead a couple stumbled their way across the grey rocks, just below the stack.
Hand in hand they supported one another.
7-27 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat and drank coffee on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Beach Buoy is often asked.
"Why do you go to the beach so much?"
...
This
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The sea.
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The sky.
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Another Dog guard as she always does.
The late evening sun, lot up the "easy" route.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the beach.
Pinky Promises.
BEACH BUOY.
