Beach Buoy worked a Thursday for holiday cover.
Today, Monday, was taken off instead.
So 6-18 a.m. saw him sat at the beach car park.
He would have just set off for work.
He and Another Dog set off for the beach.
The tide was a fair way in but heading out.
The pleasant breeze was so mild that it was difficult to tell which direction it was coming from.
Out in the bay, the wind turbines turned slowly.
They faced west, so west it was.
They headed south.
The clouds ahead pleased Beach Buoy immensely.
Team One Black Ear approached from the south.
They chatted.
The gentleman hates retirement.
"Nothing to do. Miss the crack "
They went their separate ways.
The 7 a.m. club with Scruffy and Mam passed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
It was a grand day.
Beach Buoy collected five flat stones.
He headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-57.
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
7 a.m at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Down the river a Factory buzzer goes unheard, by Beach Buoy's ears at least.
Beach Buoy let the Sun warm his face
He drank fizzy water.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The lady who walks the length of the beach headed southwards by the water's edge.
They headed north, back to the van.
Team Muzzled Dog arrived.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
