Wednesday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 7-30 p.m.
A family sat in folding chairs by the water's edge.
The litter-pick lady had collected three bags of beach clean items.
They headed to the sea.
A ship left the river behind.
The tide was well in.
A Royal Blue sea and a Light blue sky.
They left the Village behind, the busier part of the beach too.
Beach Buoy collected four suitable stones.
One from Robin Hoods Bay would make the five.
Eight teenagers walked north along the dune edge.
Two young ladies walked barefoot in the sea, shoes in hand.
A beach fisherman tried his luck down near the grey rocks.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-07.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
He wrote on some stack stones and sprayed them with varnish.
The fisherman began working his way north as he fished.
One last cast.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
"See you mate."
He and Another Dog headed to the beach below.
The fisherman led the way back.
BEACH BUOY.
