Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-12 p.m.
It was sunny.
There was a lovely breeze blowing from the north.
They headed south.
There was lots of space.
Up on the dune edge, a young lady sat on her legs as she took a phone call.
Bare feet and boots had walk the beach.
In the bright sunlight a silver moon hung over the river.
Waiting it's turn.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-45.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy drank coffee on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
The breeze was as gorgeous as the sun was welcome.
They stood to go.
"See you mate."
A slow walk back.
Others led the way.
A found football.
1-0
BEACH BUOY.
