Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove into the beach car park at 6-54 a m.
The Distant Wave Lady was heading off, walk done.
It was overcast with little or no breeze.
The tide was well in.
A Silver Sun tried to break through the cloud cover.
Some charmer had left a dirty nappy near the bottom of the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south
A four strong 7 a.m. club headed their way.
The very very wet retriever was first to arrive.
The wet ( very very) dog shook itself from nose to tail.
Human "Morning's " were exchanged.
Beach Buoy searched some shingle patches.
He struck lucky with a blue sea alley.
Beach Buoy laid out some recent finds from his beach bag.
He returned all but one to the sea.
A low level Sand Martin flew by.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-38 a.m.
Coffee time.
The south of the beach was empty.
To the north, morse code people, just dots in the distance dashed towards the sea.
Out in the bay the wind turbines had began to turn slowly.
The dune grasses seemed to nudge each other as though they were saying
" You tell him."
Beach Buoy took some deep breaths, ones that fill the heart and soul, bit just breathing breaths.
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach.
They walked northwards.
A couple in the dunes peep peeped on a dog whistle.
A large, but friendly brown dog came over for a neck scratch.
The dog was very wet.
The dig was moulting.
Beach Buoy headed back to the van with a hand like a werewolf.
BEACH BUOY.
