Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-54a.m.
There was a breeze from the west.
It was overcast but mild.
The tide was well in.
They headed south.
Up ahead, the lady who walks the length of the beach did so.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back north.
The man who once had four dogs and now has three headed south.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn caught Beach Buoy up.
They chatted at The Big Slope.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued on to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-23.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat watching the Sand Martins.
Behind him, in town somewhere, a bad news siren travelled the streets like a pacman.
The Marram Grass bowed with the breeze.
A small bird sand as it swung.
Team Muzzled Dog appeared at the Stack.
Beach Buoy stood to talk.
They discussed the difficulty in photographing Sand Martins.
Team Muzzled Dog carried on southwards through the dunes.
The height of the tide had thwarted a full beach walk.
Out in the bay, Gulls rafted in the sea.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted to Team Mick Aston Jumper.
Up ahead, a dog ran to the sea.
His owner ran behind, trying to catch up to take a photograph.
He had an awkward running style as if he had trained at The Ministry of funny walks. (Running Department.)
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
