They reached the car park at 7-08 a.m.
An overnight Motorhome was parked up.
They being Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog.
Rain came.
The Headland disappeared then returned.
South Gare did the same, as did the rain.
With hoods up and hats on, Team Muzzled Dog headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the van.
Sanctuary.
To coin a phrase
"It didn't half come down."
The man who walks the car park perimeter with ear or headphones did just that.
It became brighter.
The Sun came out.
The wind direction seemed to go from south west to north east.
It began to look so much brighter.
They headed to the beach.
The threat of imminent rain seemed to have passed?
Lovely Rainbow.
They headed south.
It felt like a brand new day.
Beach Buoy was pleased that he had waited a while for the rain to pass.
8-20.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Dog's ears flapped like wind socks.
Beach Buoy watched as White Horses raced across the bay.
Point to point.
It was odd to see the wind turbines stood idle on such a windy day.
May be it was too windy?
They couldn't stay too long thanks to the Council's 9 a.m. sea tax!
"See you mate."
They headed back to the north.
They hurried back as the strong wind whipped to top of the breaking waves.
BEACH BUOY.
