Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was sunny and 6-34 a.m.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper were just leaving.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A sea swimmer was back at his car after his swim.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A Crow was sat on Esplanade signage.
Beach Buoy scattered a few seeds for it.
Team One Black Ear reached the top of the beach access ramp.
Walk done.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the tidal sand.
As they went down the access ramp, a couple appeared on the Esplanade Wall.
Mac coffee cups were placed on the wall .
Two pairs of legs swung over.
They sat watching Beach Buoy's progress to the sea.
There is a chance they came to see the Sun and sea?
After all it takes allsorts.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were off up the ramp and home.
It was early but Beach Buoy felt late.
It didn't matter he has forever.
Little Terns chattered at the nest site and along the water's edge too.
He collected five suitable stones.
The Council Tractor was rattling to the north as it cleared the tourist end of the beach of stones.
The tide was well out.
It was just out beyond the wreck.
The beach sand was gradually reclaiming the wreck as it's own.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A big circular dip in the sand doesn't really show up on photograph.
A man was seeing more phone than sea.
His friendly dog was keen to play.
It ran from place to place, wagging.
Maybe the dog was hoping that the man was ordering a ball on line with same day delivery?
Pied- Wagtails jumped from one seaweed clump to another.
Flies liked the drying seaweed.
Wagtails likes the flies.
A Distant Dotty Dog and Owner rushed along the water's edge.
Distant waves were shared.
Beach Buoy turned towards the dunes just in time to see a Wabbit scamper up a dune path.
It was the biggest dune Wabbit that Beach Buoy had seen.
He named it Harvey.
The Council Twactor ... Sorry Tractor trundled by.
More beach stones to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
He chose and added two sturdy stones.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-18.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds.
The wildlife water bowl was still full.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The lady who walks the full beach headed south.
Team Muzzled Dog headed south too.
Distant waves were shared.
The sea sparkled.
A perfect breeze blew across the dunes.
The full beach lady headed back to the north.
A Common Blue Butterfly landed nearby.
They look like a spark from an electrical outage.
Even with wings closed they look wonderful.
Two Big Bees bumbled by, just above the height of the dune grasses and bushes.
Sand Martins came swooping low too.
Perhaps they were chasing the Bees?
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Back to the beach.
As usual, Beach Buoy walked the tractor tracks as if it were a pathway.
The Yellow Sand Road!
"LETS PUT ON A SHOW."
said a Mickey Rooney voice in Beach Buoy's head.Letd
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back in silence.
Almost.
A distant wave was given to Dylan and his owner as the walked south along the water's edge.
Close to the edge.
A Yacht sailed the horizon.
The only clouds in the sky were it's backdrop.
Beach Buoy out a small beachclean in an Esplanade Bin.
The flowers left after the tragedy are fading.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
Paul
