Monday Evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-03.
A man with a reflective back pack stood up on the north end of the dunes.
He kept raising his hand to his brow as if looking or waiting for someone?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea then south.
The tide was going out.
Beach-trapped water remained
Recent seas had been quite angry.
Another Dog.
Ruby.
6-33.
"Evening mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The beach below.
To the north.
To the south.
Along the water's edge, letting the world go by.
Back to the car park.
A couple headed north .
A rare play time.
A man marched southwards.
BEACH BUOY.
