The last day of May.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-58 a.m.
The weather was terrible.
Team Muzzled Dog arrived on the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Hiya."
A cold wind blew from the north.
Beach Buoy felt sorry for all of the visiting birds.
Team Mick Aston Jumper and Team Muzzled Dog lead the way south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Gulls hung over The Big Slope.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the slope.
Whilst walking the blustery but "easy" route, Another Dog decided she needed the
BIG toilet.
Beach Buoy stood in the strong wind
On his hand a black dog bag
It flapped in the wind.
It looked like a punk rock glove puppet.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-38.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sipped coffee.
To be honest it was too windy to sit on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
The man who once had four dogs passed by, heading south.
"Morning."
"Lovely weather isn't it?"
"Awful."
There was a gap then dog one appeared.
Then a similar gap, then dog two.
Almost equispaced, the third dog appeared.
They all trotted off to the south.
Beach Buoy stood watching Gulls trying to head northwards.
A small and grateful ship headed for the shelter of the river.
"See you mate."
They began to walk northwards.
A slow walk back.
Up on the access ramp a man with a Spaniel was leaving too.
"Morning."
"Dreadful Day, the sand gets everywhere.
BEACH BUOY.
