Beach Buoy woke at 4-44.
Coffee.
Toast.
They reached the beach car park
at 5-55.
Almost sunrise.
The lady who had once fallen off her bike was walking to the south end wall.
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog were heading down the access ramp, she was heading back northwards.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A cold wind blew from the north west.
Two hoods went up.
Hands were buried deep into pockets once again.
The sea was rough, the tide more in than out.
It was quiet to the north.
Just a Crow trying to sell beach passwords for the following week.
They headed south.
No one around.
No one to comment on.
Beach Buoy went into auto-pilot.
Sea.
Sand.
Sky.
Thoughts...
The swirling clouds matched a swirling Sea.
They cut across to the dunes.
Still no one.
The Crow called out his final offer.
Who lives here?
🤔
They headed up the long slope that leads to the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-31.
He sat drinking coffee on a sloping driftwood log.
More thoughts...
"See you Mate."
They returned to the beach.
Another Dog watched as a lady threw a ball for her dog to chase.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Mr. Gunn/ Lunn and Team Black Ear approached.
The group's three dogs all trotted to Beach Buoy.
Little Alfie was first.
Beach Buoy gave the excellent little dog a shoulder scratch.
The Cream Labrador was next, it gave Beach Buoy a lick on the hand.
Black ear was next, just a slightest touch.
The owners chatted briefly.
They went their separate ways.
The two men would soon go their own way too.
Mr Gunn/Lunn to the dunes with Alfie for a circular walk.
Team Black Ear, a pause at the grey rocks before returning to the village
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had a slow walk back.
Way up ahead,the first signs of the wreck were being exposed by the receding tide.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed north.
Deep in discussion and sea air
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the car park.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Mick Aston Jumper were just setting off for the beach.
The little black dog seemed to recall a shoulder scratch it trotted to Beach Buoy for a replay.
It's owner laughed.
Beach Buoy sat in the van unoticed as Little People scampered along The Esplanade wall before the beach became too busy.
BEACH BUOY.
