Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived
at 6-10 a.m.
A fresh breeze blew from the north.
It was cloudy.
Earlier sunshine had gone, thankfully overnight rain had too.
A man and his boxer dog walk to the sea.
The 7 a.m. club gave a distant wave
"Morning Paul!"
"Morning!"
Nosey teenagers were up in the dunes.
Two, making the noise of twelve.
The 7 a m. Club has carried on to the tank traps.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the Big Slope.
A towel lay on the strand-line.
It was as abandoned as it was colourful.
A Sand Martin sang overhead which seemed nice but unusual.
The 7 a.m. club returned north.
More Sand Martins arrived.
They filled the air with nothing and flight.
A Lone Oyster Catcher whistled like a builder on a Friday afternoon, down on the beach below.
6-38.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat with a coffee on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Another Dog.
Coffee view.
Cost a nothing.
The lady who walks the length of the beach, turned to head back.
The big coat was back in use.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A slow walk back.
Team three Dogs passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They went their separate ways.
Up on The Esplanade, Beach Buoy talked to Team Muzzled Dog and Purdy's mam too.
BEACH BUOY.
