Thursday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the southernmost access ramp as the Village Church Bells rang
for 7 p.m.
The wind was from the north.
The tide was well in.
Horses stood by the water's edge.
One of the Little Tern wardens stood up on a dune heights, binoculars in hand.
The horses were travelling the length of the beach numerous times.
A ship entered the calmer waters of the river.
Looking towards the north.
More horse coming and going.
Beach Beach and Another Dog walked the low level route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-30.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat in a string wind, letting it blow the haters away.
It took some time.
"See you mate."
As happens when clouds fly by, a band of sunlight raced along the beach
North to South.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed South to North.
So back to the van it was.
More cobwebs blown away.
Haters too.
BEACH BUOY.
