Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the access ramp.
The lady with the white alsatian was also heading for the beach.
"Déjà vu." she said.
"Hiya."
"Is she friendly?"
The dogs sniffed.
The owners had a brief chat.
It turns out that the dog is a type of Husky cross.
"He has a lovely coat."
Beach Buoy had been stroking the big white dog.
"I'll let you go ahead."
Beach Buoy hung back until the lady and her dog had made some distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was more in than it was out.
The air was still.
The Bay's Wind Turbines stood idle.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Four Gulls crossed in a straight line from dune to sea
They looked like the word in a game of hangman.
- - - -
Four letters.
Must be a film?
Thought Beach Buoy.
Shortly afterwards Twenty One Letters head for the sea from the dune to the sea
"That must be a book?
"Evening Mate.
It was 7-03.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
It felt more like morning than evening, such was the light.
Maybe one last hurrah before the darkness took a grip?
"See you mate ."
They returned to the "easy" route
Pink Sky.
Grey Sea.
There was an unusual cloud to the west.
The had a slow walk back as Pebbles with Legs did the hokey cokey on the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
