The last photograph that Beach Buoy took of Stubborn Dog was one of him sat at the top of the stairs, watching.
The one above is Another Dog in Another house.
She always runs and sits at the top of the stairs if she realises it time for a walk.
She won't come down.
Beach Buoy has to go and fetch her.
She loves being out on the walk.
She just hates the preparation....
Beach Buoy climbed the stairs and scooped up the little dog.
They reached the beach car park at
5-49 a.m.
The tide was way out.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
Two groups of sunrise seekers / swimmers were there too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards alongside the strand-line.
The sky glowed behind a masquerade mask of cloud.
In time, The Sun appeared in a break in the low cloud.
It shone like a beacon above the sea serpent marker.
The 7 a.m.club passed while also heading south but at a quicker pace.
"Wonder if we are going to get an Indian summer Paul ?"
"Maybe.".
"Must push on."
The 7 a m. Club duly pushed on.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled along towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-24 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy fetched the wobbly driftwood plank from the long grass.
He sat having a wobbly coffee as the world and a returning 7 a.m. club passed by.
Wallace plays catch up.
He belongs to the 7 a.m. club.
Mari played catch up a short while later.
A couple with two dogs walked south at the water's edge.
A Container Ship left the river.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
"See you mate."
Once back on the beach, via the sandy slope, they continued south to North Gare Pier.
The Sun had been claimed by cloud but was back once more.
Their sunshine shadows returned.
A man overtook them and their shadows, walking quickly with a purpose but no dog.
They returned northwards on a slow walk back.
The chose to have the water's edge for company.
Team Muzzled Dog passed at distance.
Around a hundred Gulls were up ahead.
Beach Buoy didn't want to disturb them, so he and Another Dog headed to the strand-line.
It became overcast.
Beach Buoy chatted to Mr. Gunn/ Nunn as he and his wonderful little dog Alfie set off on their circular walk.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the access ramp.
Another Alfie dog was there with his mate Archie dog. They are part of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
It was a chatty morning.
They chatted to Dotty Dog and Mam,
Purdy and Mam.
The Gentleman who rides a tricycle squeaked by.
The man who walks the perimeter of the car park, did so, as usual he was wired for sound or maybe a walking talking book?
BEACH BUOY.
