Tuesday evening.
They arrived at 6-23.
Another Dog went on strike.
She was baby-carried to the beach.
Eventually she set off and was fine.
Two sat near the dunes banging a meditation type drum.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A lady walked with a Very Large Black Labrador.
The bulky dog came to sniff Another Dog.
It then leaned into Beach Buoy's leg, wanting a stroke.
Beach Buoy obliged
The Village to the north.
A warm wind blew.
The tide was high but on its way out.
A Lone Sand Martin circled them as they walked the low level route.
6-58
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
The sea was rippled by the breeze.
A small ship headed towards the river.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the north.
A Pair of Beachcombers were up ahead as was a Jogger.
A Cormorant flew southwards.
It always seems to be a struggle?
A late burst of sunlight came before Tuesday's final curtain.
BEACH BUOY.
