Friday evening.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-04 p.m.
The clouds to the north looked like sand ripples on a beach.
The tide was almost high.
There was a pleasant breeze off the sea.
A Metal detectorist was heading back to the car park.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Two horse riders were to the south, just this side of the grey rocks.
A family group were down by the water's edge with a photographer.
The family walked in a line as the photographer captured the moment.
A family-sized pile of shoes lay nearby.
The horse riders passed by, heading back to the north.
Others headed north too.
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the low level route, the beach was all but theirs.
6-34.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
He looked across the dunes.
The gentleman sleeping rough will be out there somewhere.
Out of sight but not out of mind.
He had seen him a couple of hours earlier, heading to the sea front.
Maybe they will meet and chat in the morning.
Beach Buoy wished him all the best.
"See you mate."
They walked back by the sea.
Beach Buoy pulled a hood up.
It wasn't cold.
It was more of a statement.
BEACH BUOY.
