An evening visit.
A sports team were to the north.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Busy, busy, busy.
They headed south.
They walked the water's edge.
A man with a silver cane crossed the grey rocks.
The cane shone in the bright evening Sun.
6-58.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
Beach Buoy had a sit and a think.
It was quite windy as he sat looking out to sea.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Perhaps encouraged by the sports team, Beach Buoy did some working out too.
The yacht made the most of the breezy evening.
Still busy.
BEACH BUOY.
