Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-10 p.m.
It was grey.
It was overcast.
It was mild.
It was blowy.
They all headed south alongside the breeze-rippled sea.
The water broke gently onto the beach.
The colour of the sky coupled with the strength of the breeze could lead one to expect a stormier sea.
A ship appeared as if it had been hiding in the dunes.
It tip-toed silently out to sea.
Very few on the beach this evening.
7-40 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat, drink-less on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He watched Terns dive into the shallows and Gannets dive out in the deep.
"See you mate."
They headed back...
BEACH BUOY.
