Monday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-15 p.m.
The brightness came and went over and over.
The breeze was constant.
The village looks picturesque this time of year.
This time of day.
When the light is right.
.jpg)
Although they were heading south to Stubborn Dog Stack, Beach Buoy kept taking sitting duck photographs to the north.
Quack.
Quack.
The Busy Little Terns were up and down the water's edge.
Beach Buoy collected five stones deemed suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They are a welcome visitor to the beach.
Others are too.
They headed to the low level route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-43.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
In time...
"See you mate."
They headed back.
A woman stood barefoot in the sea.
The gentleman ran as the wave rushed in.
BEACH BUOY.
