Friday Evening.
It was sunny.
It was 6-25.Another Dog was in Stubborn Dog mode.
Beach Buoy baby carried her down the access ramp.
A couple had a bulldog and a four wheeled cart.
It looked like they had took it to the sea in the cart?
"Could do with one of those for her."
"We did alright tonight." answered the man.
With stops and starts, they headed to the sea, collecting five suitable stones as and when...
Another stop by Another Dog.
A music festival was taking place alongside the Esplanade.
The strong breeze carried its songs out to sea.
Only drums and bass travelled south.
Tracks showed that the Bulldog and the four wheeled cart had indeed visited the sea.
A couple led the way south.
Seaside Lemon Top, shoes in hand.
Sea Pottery.
Beach Fishermen.
The old man with an old greyhound was heading back to the village.
It was lovely to see them both.
Distant waves were shared.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack,
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-01.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
With all of the recent rain, the wildlife bowl was full to the brim.
He had a sit and think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route that led to the beach.
As the walk ended, four ladies were sat on blankets, chatting at the end of the dunes.
Their perfumes drifted out to sea like festival music.
BEACH BUOY
