Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was around 9-24 a.m. They went down the ramp near to the beach huts.
It was mild.
It was overcast.
There was a breeze from the south.
The tide seemed neither in nor out.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Four lady sea swimmers headed to the sea.
A man walked with them.
It was fairly obvious that he was there to mind the clothes and the little dog that was running around their feet, playfully barking.
Beach Buoy's hat came off.
Two hoods went down.
It was a lot milder than the greyness would have one believe.
They wandered along the strand-line with a Pied Wagtail for company.
They climbed the big slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-55.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He made notes in his beach note book as distant dogs barked.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Beyond the big slope the Sun made an attempt to shine.
A metal detectorist scanned the beach.
Look up.
Long coat.
Long walk.
BEACH BEACH
