Wednesday Afternoon.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They arrived at 2-47 p.m.
There was a warm wind from the south west.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed towards the sea.
A couple played with their large dog in and around the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head south to Stubborn Dog Stack
A couple headed south, as did a man with a small dog.
After a while Beach Buoy paused.
The beach was theirs.
A sun-dried piece of seaweed tumbled by, confirming the wind's direction.
They walked the low level route.
"Afternoon mate."
It was 3-14.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The warm wind blew on his back.
It was a warmer afternoon than Beach Buoy had expected.
A man almost marching, headed south on the beach below.
Coat in hand.
Shortly afterwards he returned north.
Shirt in the other hand.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
A mam headed along the water's edge.
His three dogs were all off their leads.
Beach Buoy and Another Gog headed to the strandline.
Up ahead, a contrast.
The sunniest of beaches.
The darkest of skies.
BEACH BUOY.
