Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-15 a m.
It was overcast.
A slight breeze blew from the north.
They headed south.
Little Terns chattered up above.
The 7 a.m. club approached from the south.
They chatted.
Dogs sniffed.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy noticed a Lobster.
He always checks if they are alive.
This one was.
It still had a fair amount of fight.
Beach Buoy unsuccessfully tried to return it to the sea.
The sea was washing it back ashore.
He picked it up one final time.
He took it to the Grey Rocks.
The waves there came in and out at a bit of an angle thanks to the Pier..it went out to sea.
He doubled back towards the big slope.
"Morning Mate."
6-52 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a wedge.
It was wood.
It was about a metre long.
The lady who walks the length of the beach did so but only as far as the tide and the grey rocks would allow.
7 a.m.
A factory buzzer goes unheard.
Beach Buoy stood up.
"See you mate."
He looked down at the beach below as a Skylark sang directly above Stubborn Dog Stack.
Team one black ear were to the left.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple to the right, by the sea.
Beach Buoy joined the other regulars on the beach
Each a cog in this clockwork beach.
Click.
Click.
Click
They all trundled along.
Don't lose that key!
BEACH BUOY.
