It was an evening visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-10.
It was a busy and sunny car park.
The sea looked angrier than the day.
A light mist or fret hung in the air.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A lady sat on a picnic chair.
She talked on her phone as she watched two children playing in the sea.
The tide was coming in.
Before too long Queen Canute would have to move her throne.
6-47.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
After a sit and think they returned to the van.
Beach Buoy spotted some sea pottery.
The view North.
Sea fret hung in the air.
Sea pottery in the shingle.
Waves breaking on South Gare.
Two head south.
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sit and think.
Never taken for granted.
Heading back.
Another beach walker plodges his way back.
Heading back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
