Thursday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.
Someone dressed like an Eskimo walked a Husky Dog.
A man leant on The Esplanade Wall, waiting for the sunrise.
It was 6-28 by the time they had reached the water's edge.
Another Dog.
Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7 a.m.
Stand and think.
Beach Buoy put two hoods up.
The breeze wasn't that bad.
He just wanted to be in one man tent mode.
To the north on the beach below, the Border Collie Couple came and went.
He scanned the bay for Dolphins.
None yet.
He scanned the Dune edge for Sand Martins.
None yet.
At least the Skylarks were singing.
A Dog Poo dispenser.
Beach cleaned.
When Beach Buoy uses air dry clay to make a model of the Tea room, hopefully soon. This will receive a little face.
A diving helmet.
A Beach Brick.
On the way back north, Team Muzzled Dog passed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.