Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-17 p.m.
The tide was well out.
It was overcast.
There was a breeze from the north.
They headed down towards the strand-line.
A friendly, rusty-coloured Spaniel cane running over to say hello.
"Skye! Skye!"
The dog ran back to its owners.
Another similar-looking Spaniel rang over to sky.
"And they're off."
The two dogs were living their best life.
Full pelt zoomies, Twisties and rollies.
It could last forever.
Spaniels never seem to tire?
A lady with short silver hair and a German Shepherd headed north.
The dog was on a lead.
Beach Buoy gave a not too distant wave as they passed one another.
A lady was at the water's edge.
She had a dog on a very long lead
It was more of a rope.
It looked like she was trying to train the young dog not to run off but still have some freedom?
It looked to be a White Alsatian Dog.
The man who owned the second zooming Spaniel stopped to chat to the Lady.
They chatted and chatted and chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Four Magpies fought just inside the dunes.
It was an unusual sight.
A beach fisherman had set up, just north of the grey rocks
A lady jogger fan by.
Her hair was as dark grey as the rocks she turned back at.
She paused to chat to the beach fisherman.
They chatted and chatted and chatted.
Beach Buoy collected some suitable stack stones, placing them in his beach bag.
There was someone up at Stubborn Dog Stack!
It was one man a dog.
They slipped their way down the steep dune edge onto the beach.
It looked as if they were unaware of the "easy" routes existence?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on southwards.
They climbed The Big Slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-43.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank fizzy water.
He breathed in big breaths of sea-laden air.
Lovely.
There were no Skylarks or Sand Martins.
Not so lovely.
October waves broke onto a July beach.
Beach Buoy watched as Cormorants headed to the river and Gulls headed out to sea.
"See you mate."
As he stood to go, he could see rabbit droppings nearby.
More Stack visitors.
Back along the "easy" route.
The beach fisherman sat and waited as others walked the beach.
Back on the beach below.
Another Dog sniffed at big dog paw prints.
The little dog did lead-length zoomies.
Sea Pottery.
The slow walk back.
The Little Tern Wardens walked the beach.
They do an excellent job.
BEACH BUOY.
