Tuesday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-45.
A man older than Beach Buoy was reading the wreck information board.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the Esplanade.
In the distance, the wreck was ashore.
Beach Buoy chatted to the man.
He had been to the wreck many times.
He went on to say he reads the information board every three or four months as he always finds something that he had missed.
They chatted for about ten minutes about history related items.
They shook hands before going their own way.
A group of ladies sat chatting on camp chairs set out in a circle.
A ray of sunlight had something to say.
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Kites.
It was bright with a breeze from the west.
Another stood at the wreck.
A man in a baseball cap sat on the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took their time heading to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He collected five suitable stones.
A man was heading north.
He had a small, possibly young Border Collie with him.
The dog was sent out on impressive circular runs.
Runs as big in diameter as the tide would allow.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
It was 7-19.
He had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A fisherman stood in the sea.
Beach Buoy watched the world go by.
A man in a flat cap marched northwards in search of the 1950's.
He made some notes in his beach book.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They had walked about ten minutes to the north.
Beach Buoy realised that his beach book was missing,
Had he left it at the stack?
Another Dog was delighted to have to turn back to check.
They retraced their route.
It could have somehow fallen from his beach bag.
Sure enough there it was.
They returned to the beach.
They headed back.
Another beach bagged and blogged before this time of day becomes black.
BEACH BUOY.