Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another reached the car park at 8-25 a.m.
They were on the beach around five minutes later.
The tide well in but was heading out.
It was overcast but very mild.
A strong breeze blew from the south.
They headed south.
Random Gulls stood at various locations alongside the sea.
They all faced the strong breeze.
Hopeful Crows half hopped and half flew to keep just ahead of Beach Buoy and the Dogs.
They were wanting treats.
They gave up once they reached a dead fish, choosing to peck at that instead.
A lady in a bright red coat and a pointy bobble-hat walked the heights of the dunes.
Three ladies walked northwards with their four dogs.
A lady passed by.
She had a St. Bernard and a Border Collie for company.
As she walked she was throwing a stick into the sea for the dogs.
It was the Collie that doing the fetching.
The St.Bernard was just giving advice, paw deep on water.
A face on a stone smiled at Beach Buoy as they continued southwards.
A man appeared from the dunes with two Labradors.
One of the dogs had a short stick grasped in it's teeth.
It trotted by like a desperate smoker looking for a light.
Beach Buoy and the dogs clambered and stumbled their way across the stretch of grey rocks to reach Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-13.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
It was dry for the first time in days.
He placed the wobbly driftwood plank onto the stack.
The two dogs laid, seemingly just enjoying the air.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
That old one man tent mode.
It helped him concentrate.
It helped him think.
He watched as gentle waves, almost as long as the beach broke onto the beach below, as if in slow motion.
Perhaps it was Beach Buoy who was in slow motion?
The clouds in the Bay looked beautiful.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned the wobbly driftwood plank to the Marram Grass for next time.
They clambered and stumbled their way back to the beach.
They began a slow walk back.
A man stood on the dune heights looking down at his dog on the beach below.
They ambled along in the milky light of a sunless morning.
They stepped back into the van as the nearby Village Church Bells rang out for
10 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
