Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-40 a.m.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back to The Village Green along The Esplanade.
The lady who walks the length of the beach, did so.
It was very mild, hardly a breeze.
Two men swam in the sea.
To the south, a yappy dog yapped.
The Sun turned from cloud filtered silver to gold.
Beach Buoy paused to chat to Team one black ear.
They went their separate ways.
7-10.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He noticed someone else's footprint.
They had sat on the wedge too
Great news.
🤗
He drank fizzy water.
He thought fizzy thoughts.
Sometimes you just can't beat a sit and think.
"See you mate."
They set off back to the north.
Back along the beach below.
One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper was nearby.
His small black dog trotted over for a shoulder scratch.
Team Muzzled Dog waved distant waves which were returned.
The water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
