Beach Buoy was up by 5 a.m.
Coffee.
Sit.
Think.
6-10 a.m he and Another Dog were on the beach.
He chatted to a lady with a bouncy dog.
They talked about phone cameras and filters.
Beach Buoy told her about Snapseed.
Overnight campers had a beach bonfire.
The tide was well out.
The breeze from the west was slight.
Another lovely morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the strand-line.
The lady with the bouncy dog walked the water's edge, taking photographs as she went.
They headed south.
Plenty of space.
Sea Pottery.
Team one black ear walked by the sea.
Very distant waves were shared.
As they walked the "easy" route, the Sun slipped into cloud.
167 Gulls took flight as the lady who walks the length of the beach did so
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-52.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sat sipping fizzy water watching a still sea.
"See you mate."
They continued south.
Approaching Sand Martin Corner.
After a mooch, they headed back.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three on tow.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Yes, it's good to have some beach to walk on."
They went their separate ways.
Like a train on a track, Beach Buoy and Another Dog followed the tractor route back.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by, heading south.
They chatted briefly.
They went their separate ways.
A rumble approached.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stepped to one side.
The Surf Rake trundled by, following it's alien tracks.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the tracks.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
