Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog hadn't been to the beach for over a week, thanks to various reasons.
Beach Buoy hadn't planned to go today either....
He was up before 5am.
He sat watching the sunlight begin to travel the width of the rear garden as he wondered what the beach was looking like.
He sat for almost two hours, before buckling and heading for the beach with Stubborn Dog in Tow.
They reached the car park at 6-58 am.
They were greeted by the unmistakable chattering sound of the newly arrived Little Terns.
The air moved ever so slightly from the west; not cold, not warm.
It was sea air.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog wandered down the strand line, heading south.
Some regulars; a Border Collie Couple were close by.
Their Dog had picked up a driftwood stick of about a metre in length.
He trotted around as pleased as punch.
A Labrador headed north, on the water's edge.
It too had driftwood in its mouth ...
but this piece looked like half of a tree.
The Border Collie looked on in almost disbelief.
They stacked the stack at 7-30 am.
It had faired well.
They walked back down to the beach.
The Grey Rocks and the Sea had introduced themselves to one another.
There was no beach access to Sand Martin Corner.
They just headed to the water's edge.
The sea was rippled with curled edges.
Beach Buoy crouched down near the edge of the sea to take some some photographs.
He can confirm the his new beach boots are indeed waterproof!
They headed back along the strand line
as the Skylarks sang out over the dunes.
They reached the Promenade.
Beach Buoy plonked Stubborn Dog upon the Promenade Wall, after fetching a thermal cup full of coffee from the van.
It was 8-20 a.m.
They unwound in the view.
They sat in the van a while.
Twitchers arrived search of Little Terns.
BEACH BUOY.
