It had rained and rained.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-21 p.m.
It had started to brighten up after all of the rain.
The Sun and clouds made a dramatic scene.
The began to head south.
The tide was well in, but going out.
A lady and dog headed north along the water's edge.
A man and a dog headed north also, along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy headed south, between the two of them.
They headed for the big slope.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-57.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank fizzy water.
He watched the grey, white-edged waves roll in.
Slack strands of Gulls drifted out to sea.
"See you mate."
They walked the "easy" route.
From the vantage point at the top of the big slope, the beach seemed to be empty.
It was BOB O'CLOCK...
8-08.
Others walked to the sea as they walked their slow walk back.
Just back in time.
BEACH BUOY.
