Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-26 a.m.
It was blustery and overcast but still mild.
As they had passed, The Golf Club flag was flying at half mast.
The flapping flag had shown that the wind was from the south west.
They descended the access ramp.
Team One Black Ear were down on the water's edge.
They headed south.
To the north the stone collecting tractor made stone collecting noises.
They stopped to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
Purdy and mam were there too.
Purdy, a lovely little dog, ran to and fro three times for shoulder rubs.
Beach Buoy obliged.
They went their separate ways.
Team One Black Ear approached.
They chatted.
Then they too went their separate ways.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed by.
The lady who walks the length of the beach did so.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up the big slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat in the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He looked out to sea as he drank coffee
The tide was a fair way in.
Angled rain fell out on the horizon.
A Sand Martin swooped by.
Still here.
Another Dog was restless.
Beach Buoy stood, stretching like a wind turbine.
"See you mate."
More Sand Martins swooped.
He would miss their flight once they had gone.
Back along the "easy" route.
He glanced at the beach below.
Back to the beach.
Back to the north.
A figure walked the dune edge.
Team Muzzled Dog stopped to chat.
They headed off south...
As did the stone collecting tractor.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued northwards.
Up the ramp.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
