An evening visit.
They arrived at 7-26 p.m.
Beach Buoy was hoping for some dramatic looking clouds.
There was a breeze off the sea.
There was a young lady with two large dogs off the lead.
"Surfing."
To the North.
The waves weren't brilliant for surfing but their spirit was admirable.
Yacht.
One of a number out in the bay
Dog walkers head back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
He collected five suitable stones.
He paused halfway along the low level route.
The beach was theirs.
They continued to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
7-53.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
It was just as much for a rest as a sit and think.
He had been up since 1-30.
He sat longer that he had anticipated.
"See you mate."
They slid back down the small slope, back to the low level route.
They walked to the water's edge, then north.
Beach Buoy had been out in boats but never been sailing.
It looked like fun?
Two figures stood up on the dune heights, hands in pockets.
Heading back to Port.
Heading back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
