Wednesday.
An evening visit for Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
They arrived at 7-08.
It was bright and breezy.
Beach Buoy picked up five stones.
Only four were suitable but he stuck with the fifth.
A dogless couple walked the water's edge.
A canny few Yachts were out enjoying the Breezy Bay.
The tide was well in but going out.
Some beachcombed.
They didn't have a dog...
Up to the south, a family group headed back north.
Two adults walked the beach and child and dog walked in shallows.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-35.
Beach Buoy added the four suitable stones and the single unsuitable one.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood for a while.
People walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The breeze was more of a wind up in the edge of the dunes.
He closed his eyes.
He let the sea air was over him.
He opened his eyes.
Even Another Dog seemed to be having a relaxing time?.
Laid on sand, sniffing sea air.
If only there were a shack here, an upturned boat perhaps.
A small window that looked out over the sea.
"See you mate."
He closed the shack door behind him.
They returned to the beach below.
They headed back to the north.
Looking.
Ankle-deep in sea and thoughts.
Back to The Esplanade.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
