Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-30 a.m.
It has been a really hot night.
On the beach there was a breeze to die for from the west.
So refreshing.
The tide was way out.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
They went their separate ways.
Team one black ear were up ahead.
They chatted once their paths had crossed.
They went their separate ways.
A message was written in the sand.
THANK YOU LORD FOR WHAT YOU DO.
WE LOVE YOU.
AMEN.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
Four Sand Martins passed by.
Wind Power and Oil Power viewed from the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
A lady appeared at the stack, walking her three dogs.
They chatted briefly.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long
He drank fizzy water.
He watched the sea and sky.
Others walked beach below.
A couple walked barefoot in the sea.
Beach Buoy closed his eyes.
He was so tired.
The Sun was warm on his face.
The breeze was pleasant.
He could fall asleep sat up.
A slow walk back.
Out in the bay an early yacht had left the marina.
Down by the sea, a model in a torquise wrap was having her photograph taken.
Four men headed for a sea swim.
"I only get £550 for a flat week."
" I get £700."
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave to the lady with Alfie and Archie.
They are part of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
A man with a Corgi and a flamboyant hat walked The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
