Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached an overcast beach car park at 6-05 a.m.
As he locked the van, the 7 a.m. club passed as they headed for the beach access ramp.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
Wallace, the youngest dog in the group ran over to say hello.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
Hugo, the distant wave lady's dog came bounding over... from a distance, to greet them.
A blonde-haired lady headed down the access ramp, heading for the 7 a.m. club to the south.
Beams of sunlight, picked a particular ship as star of the show.
The very very wet retriever, fresh from another dip came across to join the "Good Morning" Club.
They slowly headed south.
The tide was more in than it was out
Those who headed south ahead of them were already on the return journey north.
The breeze picked up a little.
It whispered, "Rain."
It was a lie.
Sand Martins travelled the beach as Terns, both little and Large dropped into the sea in search of breakfast.
Beach Buoy headed for the Sandy Slope.
He was being extra careful, it was the first beach walk without a bandaged foot for a good while.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five beach-found stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He pictured his little mate sitting there.
"See you mate."
Back to the Beach.
The tide worked its way in as they worked their way north.
A flame-haired jogger, ran south on the water's edge.
Beach Buoy made a coffee back at the van.
He visited Shetland via the medium of book.
He looked up to see a committee of Little Terns do their best to evict two swooping Herons from their air space.
BEACH BUOY.
