Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 6 a.m.
It was a slow walk with lots of sniff stops.
It was 6-21.
They paused at the top of the beach access ramp.
The 7 a.m. club, Scruffy and Purdy wither owners had just set off, heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
A cyclist resting at the south end of The Esplanade, watched the scene unfold.
There was a Milky Sun.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
They headed south along the beach.
Team one black ear were to the north.
The Cyclist set off northwards along The Esplanade.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
The 7 a m. Possee were heading back.
They all chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
Once at the top, he checked the beach below.
The 7 a.m. club and friends were off in the distance.
Team one black ear headed back, shoes off feet in the sea but paws on sand.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-53.
It was almost perfect.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He just sat...
Down on the beach below.
It's was either a fisherman walking or a walker fishing.
He headed northwards.
Beach Buoy managed a fluke photograph of a passing Sand Martin.
The temperature seemed to drop quite suddenly.
The walking fisherman headed to the big slope.
He cut through the dunes, possibly unaware of the "easy" route.
Last seen heading to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy hoped that he made it safer
The dune folk can be a funny folk.
"See you mate."
Along the "easy route came Team Muzzled Dog.
They had a nice chat.
Topics included, Park Runs, Dad's Cabin at Middleton and Ravenglass.
They went their separate ways.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three was next
Another nice chat.
Topics.
Dogs that had passed.
Living in Scotland.
The man with three dogs once did so.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the beach.
Beach Buoy was glad of the chats.
Some beach folk as so nice.
They headed back to the north.
The sea lapped gently.
It was so very tranquil.
Beach Buoy got a tear in his eye.
Must have been a touch of hayfever...
It was a odd morning.
Beach Buoy plonked himself down on the sand.
Another Dog dug a hole, then laid in it.
Up again.
No van today.
Back to The Esplanade.
A brief chat to Team Mick Aston Jumper.
They passed The Cricket Club.
Then a wait for a new tyre on the van.
What a "Carry on."
Then Another Dog sat on the garden swing.
BEACH BUOY.
