Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach
at 6-12 p.m.
It was overcast.
The tide was high.
A wind was blowing from the West.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed south along the water's edge.
A brown dog came to say hello.
Borrowed Dog's bark made it run.
Three people sat sheltering from the wind on a dune edge.
It looked like it may rain.
Surprisingly, the Sun came and shone brightly.
Crisp sunshine shadows joined them on the beach.
A couple were heading north with their little black and white dog.
It came over barking playfully.
"Oero! Oero! come here!"
Another Dog seemed to take more interest in this dog.
Most probably because it was named after a biscuit.
See below for "biscuit" face.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack
at 6-46.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Evening Mate."
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sand Martins flew around.
They all sat, thinking.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
The tide has turned, going out now.
It left unwalked sand.
An unwritten pathway about as wide as the Esplanade, for now.
The Sun shone brighter and warmer.
Stranded seaweed began to bake.
That smell.
Instant memories of the Isle of Man.
They all headed back to the van.
The receding tide exposed some shingle strips that were duly searched.
Just a piece of sea pottery the haul.
A distant splash caught Beach Buoy's eye.
The Gannets had returned to the bay
Be happy,
