It was windy.
Too windy for Another Dog.
She stayed behind, sleeping.
It was 8-25 a.m.
There was lots of wind-blown shifting sands.
So staying in was a good option for Another Dog.
A south west wind blew the soft sand to sea.
Although it was very windy, it was safe by the sea.
Two hoods were up.
The surface of the sea was rippled by the strong wind.
Beyond the shallows, white horses galloped across the bay.
It was a lovely fresh walk.
Beach Buoy collected suitable stack stones.
Up on the dune heights, the dune grass dance in the exposed dunes.
Beach Buoy began to walk the lower route.
The high dunes offered good protection from the wind.
About three quarter of the way along the route, there was the lady who loved the beach high on the dune edge. Her companion had the German Shepherd..
They held a short conversation at differing heights in a strong wind
They went their separate ways.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five sandy stones.
It was 9-03.
He patted
THE
stone.
The sun came out.
The wind became stronger.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He was calmer than the day.
There was no rush.
He had forever.
He stood.
He faced the Sun with closed eyes.
He savoured the wind and the sound of the sea.
He felt so sorry for his mate Geoff.
Robbed of "this" time.
All around Marram Grass swayed.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy walked the "easy" route.
Back to the beach.
The lighter sand to the north was the shifting sands.
Beach Buoy headed to The Esplanade.
As they entered the park the wind seemed to go wild.
Maybe it was just the sound of it , rushing through the branches of the trees?
It screamed like a hundred ghosts.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
