An afternoon visit to the beach.
Once more they walked there.
Once more it was a power struggle.
A lady passed by when one such struggle was going on.
She was heading back from the local shops.
She told the story of her dog had died in her arms.
They reached the beach at 3-52 p.m.
A fresh breeze blew.
Spots of rain fell.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy returned more sea pottery pieces to the beach.
It felt like time.
Water filled the spaces left by the missing sands.
Beach Buoy glanced back to the north.
The other beach folk all seemed to be dressed in black.
They followed like distant shadows.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy had placed two more sturdy stones at the base of the small slope.
Another Dog wasn't happy.
A heart shaped balloon had caught on the dune edge Sea Buckthorn.
It's chord was caught upon a thorn.
It bobbed about like a celebrating football fa
Beach Buoy tied to the stack for a while.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 4-26 p.m.
He had a stand and a think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Horse riders arrived as they left.
BEACH BUOY.
