Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20 a.m.
The 7 a.m. club were just about to leave the beach.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
They had a brief discussion about
"That." weather.
They went their separate ways.
Three people left the water's edge, heading for the car park.
The beach cleaning tractor had left it's chosen route embedded in the sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked in between the tyre marks as if it was the official pathway.
It wasn't.
The beach tractor trundled by once more.
Drizzle drifted in the wonderful breeze from the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the
"Pathway." choosing to head to the strand-line, then another shift to the dune edge and Stubborn Dog Stack.
Clear Jellyfish, the size of saucers were dotted along the beach.
Down at the water's edge a very very wet retriever had decided that the drizzle wasn't damp enough.
It headed for the sea.
They climbed the drizzle-dampened sandy slope that led to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Their prints disturbed the darkened sand, leaving dry lighter coloured foot and paw prints behind.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy was having a bad case of wellie sock for some unknown reason.
He was wearing trainers.
He's still not able to comfortably wear his usual beach boots, due to the graft.
Socks sorted it was back to the beach.
"See you mate."
They headed south once more.
The beach tractor dumps stones and the like from the north end of the beach to the south.
A jogger jogged the water's edge.
The very very wet retriever passed by with its owner.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Sand Martin Corner.
He watched the birds for a while.
He headed for the Pier.
He spotted a long length of rope.
There was a large magnet attached to one end.
The magnet was jammed between two large rocks.
They wouldn't budge.
Beach Buoy went and found some leverage; a tree branch.
Eventually he freed the trapped magnet.
The other end of the rope was snagged high up on the side of the pier.
He cut what length that he could of the rope.
The tide was coming in.
He would try collect the remainder, another time.
Beach Buoy cleared the rope of tangled seaweed.
He spotted a coin attached to the magnet.
Later investigation would show it to be a
Ten pence piece.
They headed back...
A Little Tern saw off a Gull five times its size.
Beach Buoy looked at the "Treasure."
as he drank coffee.
He spotted Chocolate Pudding (Rosebud) and her mam.
She seemed to be trying to attract Beach Buoy's attention.
Beach Buoy stepped out of the van
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted.
It turned out that the little brown spaniel's
day were numbered.
His chance to say goodbye.
It was role reversal as when Stubborn Dog was on his last day tour of places and people. She had asked about him as he lay in the van.
Beach Buoy stroked the sweet brown dog.
Told her she was a good girl.
He recalled her bright yellow raincoat.
On those days, her blog name was Chocolate Pudding and Custard.
"I'm glad l saw you."
"Me too."
BEACH BUOY.
