Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 8-06 p.m.
As they went down the access ramp, the elderly man with an elderly greyhound headed up.
"Hello."
"Hello, it's like summer."
Beach Buoy chatted to a couple with a dog called Ruby.
They shared their dog histories.
The tide was well out.
There was a warm breeze from the north.
A photographer with a little dog took pictures of the sea.
They headed south.
It was so peaceful.
It felt like it could have been daft o'clock on a summer morning.
The big give away was that the gulls were flying out to sea and not inland.
8-32 p.m.
Top of the big slope.
"Evening Mate."
Three minutes later.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
All Mari coloured
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy waffled.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
The Hugo stone had returned to share the bench.
Beach Buoy sat drinking coffee and thinking.
In time ...
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A slow walk ensued.
Beach Buoy sat in the van.
He watched the Esplanade world go by as he listened to Jo Whiskey.
BEACH BUOY.
