It was sunny with a fresh, but pleasant breeze from the north.
It was 6-25 p.m.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A Jogger passed by with his Border Collie following closely behind.
Herds if teenagers headed to the dune for another end of exams meet up.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed off for the "easy" route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-47.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long
Coffee.
As he sat he realised that the breeze was now directly off the sea
Very fresh, but in a good way.
It was just one of those evenings.
The sky was sky blue.
The sea was navy.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
The jogger and his Border Collie appeared out of nowhere, almost giving Beach Buoy a heart attack!
He watched them jog down along the "easy" route back to the beach.
"See you mate."
They headed along the "easy" route at a slower pace.
Back to the beach below.
A slow walk back.
Written in the sand;
Bonnie
Charl
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Ben
BEACH BUOY.
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