Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
It was dark, darker than the photograph would have one believe.
It was 6-25 a.m.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones by torchlight.
Two torches, as advised by Beach Buoy's Das many years earlier.
"Always take two torches. If someone wants to come and steal your fish off you they will think twice if they think there are two of you."
Beach Buoy has no fish, just memories.
They headed south along the water's edge.
The high tide had began to turn.
In the darkness Beach Buoy could hear that they had birds for company. It sounded like Pied-Wagtails?
A silhouette was to the south..
It was a man with a Large White Poodle.
"Morning."
"Morning. He's lost his ball."
Beach Buoy wasn't surprised.
It was still dark.
They went their own ways.
Saying that, with the hint of orange and adjusting eyes the torches were turned off untill the low level route
No good picking up two sturdy stones if one has legs and runs off!

























































