Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-55 a.m.
He had left the beach bag behind ...
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach again at 6-15 a m.
The Sun like a free range egg yoke.
The fencing at The Little Tern Site has been taken down.
Another season over.
Team one black ear and another, were down at the water's edge.
Distant waves were shared.
To the south, the very very wet retriever was in the sea.
Beach Buoy shared distant waves with the owner.
He was a very very very wet owner, with shoes off, feet in sea.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team one black ear as they were heading back.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy headed south to see the wizard.
Correction; Stubborn Dog Stack
6-44
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
No Sand Martins.
The Sun had gone into the clouds.
Sunlight like searchlights scoured the horizon.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
7 a.m.
Down the River an unheard factory buzzer sounded.
Beach Buoy made a point of standing up.
"See you mate."
They returned to the north, along the beach below.
The man who once had four dogs headed towards the Pier with his three dogs following on behind.
Two walked the water's edge as Beach Buoy chatted to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
They went their separate ways.
People in Wetrobes headed to the car park. From a distance, with old eyes the looked like ladies in long Victorian Dresses.
BEACH BUOY
