It was Sunday Morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-25 a.m.
The Golf Club Flag was fluctuating between full and half flap.
( A technical term.)
A grey van parked nearby.
The driver went to the rear and let out a keen Border Collie
They squeaky toyed their way along the promenade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the water's edge.
The Beach combing Border Collie Couple headed south along the strand line.
The tide was a fair way in, up to the Grey Rocks.
The north westerly wind was cold and strong.
There seemed to be some bad weather to the north.
Hopefully it would head out to sea?
They headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones and patted
THE
stone.
He had a coffee with his two dog mates.
The Beach Combing Border Collie Couple had headed back to the north.
The beach seemed to be very quiet.
"See you Mate."
They headed back to the beach.
STUBBORN DOG STACK.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
They paused to watch the bad weather travel along the Bay's horizon.
The rainfall made its way south east.
The dramatic scene looked like a stage backdrop.
A Seagull exited stage left, a Cormorant stage right.
The rain went beyond the Wind Turbines.
Beach Buoy felt better for seeing the rain fall to earth .
A scene to remember.
The smugness of staying dry added to the beneficial feeling.
They returned to the beach.
They headed north, back to the van.
Thankfully, the tide was going out.
A wider, freer beach.
Two ladies passed, walking the water's edge.
They were wearing mustard coloured coats, drinking coffee as they walked.
Beach Buoy thought that was the better option of another scenario where the two wore coffee coloured attire.
Beach Buoy stopped and stooped to pick up a sea alley.
The sun tried to break through.
It all looked a little dramatic.
Lights, camera ...
They headed back to the van.
The village church bells rang for 9 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
