The opportunity arose for an afternoon visit.
Beach Buoy took it with two hands and two dogs.
The village church bells were ringing
for 3 p.m. as they headed down Station Road Access Ramp.
The beach tractors were waiting to leave the beach via the ramp.
It was a glorious afternoon.
The tide was well out.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
A lady stood at the water's edge, looking out to sea.
Her and her bright orange trainers began to jog northwards.
The wreck today.
It was so wonderfully bright.
Sea Pottery.
A couple were to the south.
They had two small white dogs that looked almost clockwork as they walked by the sea.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 3-38.
Another bag of dog poo had been left on the stack.
All dogs have bums.
Some bums have dogs.
Team Muzzled appeared up from the low level route.
They had a lovely chat.
Beach Buoy mentioned the blog.
He gave them the blog address.
He told them they were Team Muzzled Dog
He hoped they like it.
He hoped they understood the sentiment behind it all.
They went their separate ways.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
Back north.
Six Oyster Catchers stood at the water's edge.
They faced the breeze and the bright late afternoon Sun.
BEACH BUOY.
