Wednesday Evening.
6-38 p.m.
Navy Blue sea.
Sky Blue sky.
Beach Buoy couldn't recall the last evening beach.
It had been a while.
If had been working, then an evening would have come much earlier in the year.
As soon as the daylight would allow to be honest.
Families dotted the water's edge.
It was very bright with a breeze off the sea.
A Wednesday Beach Fisherman.
Others headed back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were stack bound.
Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones as and when he saw them.
"EVENING MATE."
It was 7-07.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood.
A lady and her two Spaniels appeared.
"Evening."
"Hello there."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
"See you mate.
They headed back.
The Sun that he saw rise was setting.
Up in the dunes.
This year's crop of dune youth had began to show.
Last year's harvest, too busy.
Driving lessons and apprenticeships .
Money to spend.
BEACH BUOY.
