Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-58 p.m.
Two minutes before the free parking starts.
They headed down the access ramp at 6-04.
A beach yoga group were packing up down by the northern end of the dunes.
It was misty.
A Kestrel hung over the dune edge in the breeze from the north.
They headed southwards.
The tide was more in than it was out.
A couple walked a short dog on a short lead.
Oliver had written his name in the sand.
Or maybe someone who likes Oliver did?
At the bottom of the big slope, Beach Buoy went the check the camp fire that was left by the Blue Dome Tent People.
Maybe the end of the driftwood wedge about a metre long was there unburnt?
It wasn't.
They had left bottles, tins, bags and other slob rubbish.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-27.
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood wedge was history now.
Beach Buoy had looked for it en route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They wondered along the dune edge before dropping down onto the beach.
A well-worn plank with plenty of rust, caught Beach Buoy's eye.
He placed it on the dune edge.
Something else had caught his eye.
It was south and bright orange.
Beach Buoy collected the well-worn plank with plenty of rust and the orange item too.
He installed the new seating.
He installed the orange item.
It was a Buoy.
An Orange Buoy.
BK552.
STANDSURE.
Placing it on the stack made Beach Buoy happy...
This happy.
The beach below.
The Orange Buoy watched over it all now.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
They walked back along the water's edge.
A horse rider and their horse headed back to the car park.
6-58 p.m.
The light was already fading.
Back in the van.
SKY
SEA
WALL
ESPLANADE
GRASS.
BEACH BUOY.
