It was still Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy head was in a bit of a shed after the earlier beach walk.
He returned to the beach on foot with Another Dog.
The Village Church Bells rang for 11-30 as they stepped onto sand.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was way out the Sun was bright.
The wreck today.
The tide was really low.
They headed south.
South.
The low tide had exposed timbers of another wreck.
They headed to the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 12-06 .
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
A man headed north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog weren't far behind.
"See you mate."
Geese flew overhead,
BEACH BUOY.
