Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp at 7-11.
Team Muzzled Dog passed.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
A birdwatcher studied the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
It was an overcast morning.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just leaving the beach as was the lady who walks the full length of the beach.
Purdy the Poodle came running over.
Beach Buoy made a fuss
He chatted to Purdy's mam.
They went their separate ways.
They headed up the big slope and walked the way route.
They had Sand Martins for company.
7-42.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sat watching the Sand Martins.
They were hear there and everywhere.
One flew a couple of inches from Beach Buoy's head.
A man with a limp, a very red face and a small dog walked southwards as far as the tide would allow.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the "easy"route.
"Come on old man!"
At the bottom of the big slope Beach Buoy chatted to a man with four dogs.
"They all different variations of shitzu. "
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued to the north.
A man walked barefoot in the sea, shoes in hand.
Up ahead; Team Mick Aston Jumper.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat.
Back in the car park,a birdwatcher turned up in a car with lots of parcel tape on its dented side.
BEACH BUOY.
