Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-25 p.m.
It was busy and sunny.
To the north, some horses.
Ladies sat in a circle by the dune edge
Large Brass Gongs in wooden frames were stood nearby.
Some sort of Yoga or meditation going on.
There was a warm breeze from the south west.
A group of teenagers were up on the dune edge.
Boisterous Boys and Giggling Girls.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The quieter south.
Kestrel.
Beach Buoy stood watching it hoover before he and Another Dog headed up the big slope.
They had waited until the kestrel had moved on.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-55.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped fizzy water.
Sand Martins passed by, as Terns dropped into the sea quite close to shore.
The beach below.
Two ladies had walked to the grey rocks before heading back north.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back too.
Back to the beach and a slow walk back.
The Sea Serpent signals goodnight.
The man who walks for miles seems to have a Borrowed Dog.
This pleased Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
