Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-35 a m.
A lady walked southwards along the promenade.
Her arms swang.
Her long unfastened coat, swirled around her in the breeze.
They stepped onto the beach at 6-44.
The swirling cost lady headed off across the car park.
They headed south.
The beachcombing Border Collie couple worked the strand-line.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back northwards.
Beach Buoy dawdled.
The beachcombing Border Collie couple came and went.
After yesterday's Dolphins, Beach Buoy kept an eye on the sea.
It looked like sheet metal with a bad case of hammer rash.
A Large Gull fell and rose as it seemed to enjoy the lift that the breeze offered.
A man in a flat cap seemed to do a one-handed juggle with a possible beach find?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sandy slope.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack at 7-13 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The breeze was blowy up on the dunes.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.
Ears flapping in the breeze.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy sat and drank coffee on the more sheltered beach.
The sun came out.
A man kicked a ball for a small dog at the water's edge.
Coffee drank, Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
Sand Martin Corner looked like an open air theatre.
Sand Martins and clouds every shade of grey whizzed by above them.
Tank trap.
Some have fallen in love.
Some have crumbled.
This one looks almost untouched by love or sea.
The Sand Martins live down the road at number five.
Beach Buoy drank the last of the coffee.
There were dark clouds over the grey rocks.
They began a slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
