Tuesday evening.
It was too light to sit and sleep with a hugging Teddy Bear.
Save that for winter.
They headed for the beach.
One of them was more keen than the other.
They reached the beach at 6-17.
A kid's sports team did sporty stuff at the bottom of the beach access ramp.
Spots of rain fell.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
There was a warm wind from the west.
The tide was way out.
A man walked south along the water's edge.
Spots of rain became full-blown wind-assisted rain.
The man tip-toed into the rain as though his walking style would help keep him dry.
The back of Beach Buoy's legs and coat were soaked.
By the time they reached the low level route the Sun was shining over the Village.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dripped with rainwater.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-43.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A Wet Another Dog looked at Beach Buoy as if to say.
"Maybe a sleep in a chair with a hug off a Teddy wasn't such a bad idea after all?"
The Sun lit up the whiteness of the Wind Turbines against a still dark sky.
Splashes of a rainbow sailed out to sea.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
A lady in a white coat with a white dog sat on driftwood
near the end of the low level route.
They headed back.
Beach Buoy donated a beach-found ball to a couple with a Doddle Dog.
All were pleased, the Doodle Dog most of all.
BEACH BUOY.
