Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove into the beach car park.
It was 6-38 a.m.
The clock on the bus station clock tower had being having issues for the last few days. According to the magnificent art deco tower it was 2-45.
It's hands, like outstretched arms, as if to say,
"I've reported it, they still haven't been."
A lady had finished her beach walk.
She was trying to tempt her Border Collie into the back of her estate car.
The dog was crouched as if the car was infact a stray sheep.
"Peggy!"
"Come on Peggy!"
The "Sheep" became a car.
The dog became a passenger.
They headed for the beach.
It was mild, overcast with the slightest of breezes blowing from the north west.
Sea spray seemed to hang in the air, near North Gare Pier.
From the access ramp appeared a very very dry retriever.
It ran towards the sea with a "We'll soon see about that." attitude.
Shortly afterwards, the very very wet dog was dropping its Scooby Doo Ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
Beach Buoy obliged with his good foot, sending the ball (and the dog) back towards the water.
Beach Buoy could hear what he thought was a strange bird call.
It turned out to be the very very wet retriever, squeaking its Scooby Doo Ball as it ran towards it owner on the water's edge.
A large dog came bounding over.
It was about a metre high.
It looked like a cloud on legs.
The owner came over.
They chatted briefly.
The big dog was called Charlie.
The "cloud" drifted south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added four beach-collected stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-16 a.m.
Beach Buoy studied the bay for a short while.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They headed south.
Charlie the cloud was heading back .
They chatted briefly once more.
Charlie was a Golden Doodle.
A cross between a a Golden Retriever and a Poodle.
It was White Poodle in appearance.
Gold Retriever in mannerisms.
Pony in height!
They headed down to Sand Martin Corner.
The corner waited, like a curved giant baseball glove, waiting to catch the sun.
On the way Beach Buoy found and collected a squeaky scooby doo ball.
The very very wet retriever will have lost it.
Beach Buoy will return it next time their paths cross.
They watched the Sand Martins swoop.
They walked towards the Pier.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers picked at the rocks that ran alongside under the watchful eye of a Large Gull.
The bigger bird was just waiting for its chance to pounce, should anything substantial be found.
They headed back on the water's edge.
An edge drawn freehand and under constant review.
They crossed wet sand, up towards the strand-line . Suspicious Gulls stood watching one another with a look of bewilderment.
A dark figure with a dark dog headed out from the dunes.
They looked like sunshine shadows that had been left behind.
The figure and the dog turned, returned to the dunes.
BEACH BUOY.
