Beach Buoy lives in The Dunes.
When the time comes he will go to Stubborn Dog Stack...
In the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It took around Sixteen minutes.
Two birds stood on a sea tax sign.
The photograph ended up a bit dark.
So instead of a light-hearted picture of one bird asking another if it could change a five pounds note...
It looked more like something for Remembrance Sunday
GOD BLESS THEM ALL..
A photographer was walking around the car park, looking for something to capture.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went down the access ramp.
A Dog called Duncan ran to the sea from the car park.
"Duncan.!"
"Duncan!"
A man followed at a slower pace.
Duncan was led back by a lead.
It was overcast.
Odd spots of light rain fell.
It was the perfect temperature for Beach Buoy.
Just right for a walk with a coat on.
They headed south.
The spots of rain has become more frequent now.
It didn't matter, not today.
Beach Buoy had actually had a half-decent sleep.
A man overtook them as he threw a ball for his sand-coloured doodle dog.
A lady headed northwards.
Her large coat looked more like a cape.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
9-45 a.m.
*Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
In time...
"See you mate."
The slipped down onto the beach below.
They walked the sandy path.
Spots of rain has become drizzle.
A light mist hung in the air too.
A slow and slightly wet wack back.
Beach-goers in the mist.
BEACH BUOY.
