Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-38 a.m.
It was warm.
The was a slight but pleasant breeze from the west.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
A couple headed north, hand in hand.
Was it
Les
and
Marie?
They continued southwards.
Sand Martins were working the dune edge.
Out in the bay, close to shore a Seal was playing dodge the camera.
A Kestrel hovered nearby.
Two lads with fishing gear had set up a camp at the bottom of the big slope.
Driftwood Bench
Driftwood fire.
Beach Buoy and Another climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-13.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Sitting on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Beach Buoy drank coffee as he watch the Seal come and go in the breeze-rippled bay.
Beach Buoy stood go.
He looked all around.
He was very lucky.
Clouds to the south looked interesting.
"See you mate."
They retraced their sandy footsteps and paw prints.
The fisherfolk camp, down on the beach.
They walked back with the North Sea for company.
Another enjoyable walk, almost on the doorstep.
Beach Buoy would feel suffocated should be never not live near the sea.
They climbed the beach access ramp.
Beach cleaned bottles were placed on The Esplanade Wall to be photographed.
A swimmer passed by heading to the sea
"By the way, this isn't my breakfast." said Beach Buoy as he pointed to the bottles.
Campervan swimmers chatted nearby.
"You going to the Barn at Beal?"
The swimmers headed to the sea.
Starlings.
On a nearby "Happy to chat." bench a dismounted and disgruntled cyclist growled at his bike.
At the access ramp yet another couple tries to make sense of the dog ban signage.
BEACH BUOY.
