Beach Buoy went alone.
Another Dog wasn't walking very well.
It was 6-56 p.m.
He headed south.
It felt a little odd, being dogless.
It was a lovely evening.
The tide was well out.
There was a strong fresh breeze from the west.
A Dad struggled to unpop a pop up tent.
Beach Buoy had visions of it popping up again once it was back in their car.
Everyone had headed north, the beach yo the south was his.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sat , arms folded , soaking up the scene.
Breathe.
No Sand Martins this evening.
"See you mate."
He headed back along the "easy" route.
The beach below.
Slow walk back.
A Group of young lads sheltered behind a windbreak trying to do a barbeque.
The Sun hung in the sky near to the Clock Tower like a free range yoke.
BEACH BUOY.
