Beach Buoy had early "Stuff" to do.
It was a day off.
By the time he drove back into the village, the sun was up.
It was about 6-49 a.m.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-48 a.m.
Two women and four dogs were up ahead.
"Bark Bark Bark."
"Maxi shurrup! "
"Bark Bark Bark"
"Maxi shurrup!"
"Bark Bark Bark."
It was clear that Maxi did not want to
"Shurrup."
Beach Buoy was drawn to the quieter water's edge.
Calmer souls walked their calmer dogs.
There was a breeze from the south.
A Pale Sun shone from time to time through breaks in the cloud.
The quieter souls decided on a change.
"Bark Bark Bark."
"Charlie!"
"Bark Bark Bark."
"Charlie!"
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed south at a slightly, only just slightly increased speed.
Beach Buoy noted for future reference on the return journey, that the Maxi had turned to head back to the north.
Due to the height of the tide, the south end of the beach narrowed to a point at the start of the grey rocks.
They drifted towards the dune edge, searching a couple of shingle patches as they went.
Beach Buoy carried seven stones up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the seven stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The sun came out to shine on them all.
Beach Buoy savoured the moment.
"See you mate."
They left the dunes via a sandy slope.
It was a short walk today to the water's edge.
Beach Buoy turned 180 degrees.
He could see the stack from the sea's edge.
He pictured Stubborn Dog, sat there watching them.
Watching them walk away.
It's still tough, despite all the crap in the world.
Things that hurt can still hurt, most probably will.
They headed back towards the van.
Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog, a not so distant wave.
Stack view of the world.
They left the tapering south behind.
It was a slow walk back.
Their sunshine shadows joined them from time to time.
A man overtook them as he walked the water's edge, camera in hand.
He wore a red and black coat.
He carried a matching back pack.
He sped off to the north as though he had appointment to keep.
As with yesterday, the wind seemed to pick up towards the end of the walk.
People and dogs were to the north at the water's edge.
A man joined the beach with his greyhound.
The tall, thin dog walked slowly towards the sea, looking some recently discovered rare
Lowry animation.
Distant figures on the beach can so often look Lowryesque.
A man headed for the beach ramp with his Border Collie.
It was the man from the Beach Combing Border Collie Couple.
Just one man and his dog today.
It looked odd seeing him alone.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked beyond the ramp for a change.
They headed for some steps that were opposite the clock tower.
An inquisitive bird flew close by as if to ask
"What are you doing this far North?"
A Seaside Award flag flapped in the breeze.
It's colours so significant now.
🇺🇦
More simple and safer times.
The Lifeguard Hub.
The Old Rocket House undergoing refurbishment.
They headed back to the van.
The Hungry Seagull was in the process of being set up for business.
They set off.
Dotty Dog was walking to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Dotty's mam traded distant waves.
"At 28 m.p.h.Officer."
BEACH BUOY.
