Friday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 8-27.
The tide was well in.
The man who walks for miles headed north with a borrowed dog.
A strong breeze that was blowing from the west was mild.
At the water's edge, two ladies in gold dresses took part in a photo shoot.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
Two young fishermen gathered driftwood for a beach camp bonfire.
8-47.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sat drinking coffee as Another Dog sniffed the air.
Sand Martins were still swooping.
A couple headed north with their two small dogs, along the water's edge.
"See you mate "
They headed back.
Soon they too had the water's edge for company.
They returned to the van, as a slice of moon looked on.
BEACH BUOY.
