Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-55 a.m.
A man sat on the
"Sand out of shoes bench ."
at the top of the beach access ramp.
He was throwing a ball for his little dog to chase down the ramp.
A beach supergroup headed for the ramp, ready to leave the beach together.
7 a.m. club.
Scruffy and Mam.
Purdy and Mam.
Team one black ear.
All exchanged greetings with Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy headed out onto the beach.
There was a breeze from the south west.
Spots of rain began to fall.
Beach Buoy walked the strand-line.
The lady who walks the length of the beach, did so at the water's edge.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-20.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The rain that had hardly started had almost stopped.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank coffee.
Rafting Gulls rose from the sea.
They headed across the dunes.
"See you mate."
Team three dogs were heading through the dunes along the "easy" route.
The owners passed to chat as they passed.
They went their separate ways
Team Muzzled Dog passed by too.
They chatted briefly.
Out in the depths of the dunes, two hoods looked like wish they had chosen an easier route.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Three men stood in the sea.
Three heads and shoulders chatted.
He paused to chat to Mr.Gunn/ Lunn.
Beach Buoy headed to the van.
Just in time.
The rain came.
BEACH BUOY.
