Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-59 a.m.
It was Sunny.
Three sea swimmers headed back up the beach access ramp.
Nearby a youth had issues with an electric scooter.
They headed to the beach.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
It had a slight freshness to it.
The lady who walks the length of the beach did just that.
The tide was well in.
The slightly rippled sea lapped onto the beach.
A noisy and and defiant crow stood at the dune edge.
A Pied-Wagtail wagged between small manmade stone stacks.
Team Muzzled Dog joined the beach procession.
The lady who walks the length of the beach was heading back north.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the big slope.
A green dome tent was set up near the base.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy could see that Team Muzzled Dog were heading along the "easy" route .
He stood to one side and waited.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted about recent rainfall.
Team Muzzled Dog headed off.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank fizzy water.
The two dogs laid in the sand.
He took out the binoculars.
He scanned the sea.
Borrowed Dog fell asleep.
Another Dog lay, keeping watch for incoming.
Four random Sand Martins flew by.
He hadn't seen any for a number of days.
Maybe these were from the North, heading South ?
"See you mate."
They headed along the "easy" route.
They paused at the bottom of the big slope.
The Sand Martins were putting on a show.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
They headed back.
No rush.
BEACH BUOY.
