Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-34 p.m.
The tide was well out.
There a slight breeze that was hardly a breeze at all.
At the bottom of the access ramp there sat a man with an orange coat.
He had a carrier bag full of cans in one hand.
A can of beer in the other.
It was overcast.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Can man headed to the dunes.
Two plus two walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy headed to the big slope.
"Evening Mate.'
It was 7-58.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Coffee on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
It was cloudy to the south.
One looked like a Narwhal.
To Beach Buoy's eyes it did.
A man in black sat having a sit and think on the beach below.
"See you mate.'
They headed back.
The man on black stayed.
Sitting
Thinking.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled back.
BEACH BUOY.
