Thursday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-23 p.m.
It was bright and breezy.
There was one person to the south.
There were around eight people to the north.
The tide was out enough to expose the wreck.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Skylarks sang as they made their way to the low level route.
7-51.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
Not sit and think.
His stomach had been in knots all day..
Beach Buoy had plans of sofa, blanket and his hot water bottle called Mr. Middleton.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach..
Another Dog caught the scent of something in the air.
Unusually for her she eagerly headed towards the sea.
They headed northwards on shiny sands.
Someone had left a message.
"I am Engaged +Dom ...
To the north the wreck was still on show in the evening light.
+ Dom?
Back in the van, Beach Buoy realised that the mirrors could do with a wash.
Horses trotted by.
Time galloped.
This Paul.
BEACH BUOY.
