An Evening visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
There was a gathering of older cars in the car park.
Even older than Beach Buoy's 22 year old van.
It was 6-46 p.m.
It was a busy beach.
Beach Buoy had to be careful just where he was pointing his camera.
They headed south.
Away from folding chairs, disposable barbecues, children, teenage boys with no vocal volume control and teenage girls singing as loudly as a drunken hen night.
He collected five suitable stones.
It had been a hot day, hence the crowds.
The high tide meant a narrow beach.
There was a pleasant breeze from the north.
They walked the low level route.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched Gulls drift out to sea.
He stood.
He stretched.
The view north.
"See you mate."
They dropped down to the beach below.
They shuffled back along the low level route.
Back to the beach.
Rubes led the way.
The beach was still busy to the north.
They returned to the van.
Back in the car park, a man with a beard and a camera took photographs of the cars.
A man sat proudly in a folding chair next to his Tolbat Sunbeam."
BEACH BUOY.
