Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 10-20 a.m.
A mild blowy breeze blew from the west.
Two fancy-looking tent-like shelter had been set up near the promenade wall.
People in swimming costumes were going from shelter to sea and sea to shelter.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed from north to south.
The tide was more out than it was in.
A family went by, heading north in Santa Hats.
A friendly dog called Jess came to say hello.
The man with the very very wet retriever was down by the sea.
His dog was in the sea getting very very wet.
Their paths hadn't crossed for a good while.
They shared distant waves.
Beach Buoy reached for a spare beach-found ball from his beach bag.
He rolled the ball to the two by the sea.
They had a spare now.
Two ladies walked northwards with linked arms.
Their sandy-coloured Retriever danced just ahead of them. Squeaking it's squeaky toy as it did so.
Seven people headed for the sea.
Their four Retrievers had ran ahead of them like like Polar Bears chasing a Seal.
Sea Pottery Mark.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed the grey rocks to reach Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 10-52 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the driftwood plank and reinstated the wobble after yesterday's stability.
When all said and done in life, it's things like the wobble that make life fun.
Beach Buoy drank wobbly driftwood coffee as he watched grey sea break on grey rocks on the beach below.
A couple passed behind Beach Buoy in silence and red coats.
Beach Buoy stood to replace the wobbly driftwood plank to the Marram Grass.
The man with headphones and a Corgi approached from the north. They chatted briefly.
The Corgi was both friendly and curious.
As Beach Buoy bent down to pet the friendly little dog, the dog stuffed it's head into Beach Buoy's beach bag.
The man and the Corgi headed southwards through the dunes.
Beach Buoy checked the beach below.
"See you mate."
They dropped down onto the beach below.
The tide was rushing in then out.
Pebbles with legs chased after the receding water to search for food.
The little birds seem to be able to run quicker than they can fly.
A brown and white Spaniel ran by, chasing crows.
A small stocky dog carried what looked like half a tree in it's mouth.
Two carried a piece of driftwood to the sea as though returning it in some sort of religious ceremony.
A unhappy toddler threw sand and a tantrum.
BEACH BUOY.
