An evening visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-48.
It was overcast and mild.
The car park was busy.
The tide was about as far in as it was out.
During the day the nest site fencing had been taken down.
A fencepost like a giant pencil had been left behind.
Beach Buoy put it over his shoulder.
It was going to Stubborn Dog Stack.
To an unknowing onlooker, it may have looked like Beach Buoy and Another Dog were off on search for an equally large note pad.
Another Dog was being extra stubborn this evening.
Time and time again she stopped, refusing to budge.
Eventually, with stops for Another Dog's stubboness and to collect five suitable stones they reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 7-26.
"Evening Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five more suitable ones.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He placed the giant pencil into the sand.
He hammered it down as best as he could using a large rock as a hammer.
He would bring a hammer in the morning to finish the job off.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
It was an easier walk back.
No giant pencil.
Another Dog had left her stubborness at the aptly named stack.
A couple were up ahead with a dog.
It began to run towards them.
It was ten years old Borrowed Dog running like an excited puppy.
The couple were Beach Buoy's daughter and son in law.
They chatted their way back to Sandy Car Park.
Arrival.
The Little Tern fencing had been up since April.
It looked strange without it.
One of the many pitstops.
And another.
Despite the many unscheduled stops, it was a grand evening.
Changing to slick tyres...
New post added.
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Back to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
