Location: Beach Car Park.
Time: 6-36.
Mood: ?
Another Dog always looks reluctant to go but loves it out on the beach.
They wandered down the access ramp.
It was dark as night.
Another Dog sniffed her way south.
The glow to the right is industrial.
It's not the sunrise.
No sign of the sunrise yet.
It was 7-02 a.m.
Silouettes of Gulls looked down as they passed overhead.
Four Cormorants flew to the river.
The man with a rucksack and a Rotwieller headed north along the water's edge.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-18 a.m.
Beach Buoy sat on the wobbly driftwood plank.
He pulled up two hoods.
Tent mode.
He drank coffee
All of his worries unraveled.
A nearby bird sounded like a grasshopper.
Another Dog stood guard.
Others began to arrive.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.
"See you mate."
They dropped down to the beach.
They continued south, alongside the Grey Rocks.
In search of Snow White.
Back to the north.
Beach Buoy looked to the south.
He continued north
Mr.Gunn/Nunn approached as did his wonderful dog, Alfie.
Beach Buoy knelt down to welcome the little dog.
He had won him over with shoulder rubs and neck scratches.
The dog used to keep its distance.
Beach Buoy chatted to his owner as he made a fuss of his dog.
Slow walk back on a grey but glorious day.
They passed Purdy and her owner on the way to the access ramp
She was also dog sitting a friend's Spaniel that was
"As mad as a box of frogs "
The Little People walked The Promenade Wall as a giant ghost drifts by.
BEACH BUOY.
