Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-11 p.m.
It was quite busy, very bright with a breeze from the west.
A metal detectorist desended the beach access ramp ahead of them.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog followed, passing a man with a Pot on his leg.
He was sat smoking on the wall that also led to the beach.
The metal detectorist worked the strand-line.
There was another working the water's edge.
The strand-line detectorist.
Nearby, a lady just sat on the sand, watching the world go by.
They headed south.
The sun was already quite low in the sky.
Their long sunshine shadows could almost touch the sea.
Loud teenagers populated areas of the dunes.
Their wings will be clipped soon.
Schools will be starting back.
There was lots of clear sky.
Beach Buoy was hopeful of a dramatic sunrise in the morning.
At the bottom of the big slope, Beach Buoy was both surprised and delighted to see Sand Martins swoop.
They climbed the slope.
A glance to the north showed how low the sun was in the sky.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-41.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank fizzy water.
A pleasant breeze blew onto his back.
"See you soon."
They returned along the "easy" route.
A slow walk back.
Another beach done and dusted.
BEACH BUOY.
