Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was bright, busy and 6-15 p.m.
The tide was a fair way in.
A fresh breeze blew off the sea to the east.
People were in the sea, sat on dune edges and stood around piles of clothes, drying themselves.
Horses walked the water's edge.
Three lads and one fishing rod headed for North Gare Pier .
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
A the bottom of the big slope, a tent was being erected for the night.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-48.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped fizzy water as he watched the tide sea do a land or possibly sand grab.
"See you mate."
Beach fishing on the beach below.
A tiny boat on a big sea.
A slow walk back as the tide edged back in.
BEACH BUOY.
