Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-04 p.m.
It was busy, sunny with a breeze from the west.
The tide was well out.
A puppy on a long lead turned it's owner into a maypole.
A young child cried at having to leave the sea behind.
The plastic bucketful that she had just wasn't enough.
A man stood in swimming trunks.
His legs were whiter than the wind turbine blades.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The man who walks for miles headed north.
It was good to see a beach regular that he hadn't seen in a long while.
Drumbeats from a music festival seemed to follow them along the beach.
A man walked by, talking on his mobile phone.
It's a Wabbit Cloud.
A Bunny Wabbit Cloud.
Wuby.
Correction...
RUBY.
7-43.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat.
Sand Martins passed by as if saying farewell.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Jackpot.
That'll do.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach
Slow walk back.
A man marched south.
He looked angry but it may have just been determination?
He had his coat draped over one arm.
A couple overtook Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
The man carried the lady's shoes.
BEACH BUOY.
