Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park. It looked like the beach, as so much sand had been blown from the beach in recent winds .
It was early.
The Sun had just rose.
Beach Buoy had a task today.
A twitter follower had sadly had to say goodbye to their dog, Molly.
They had asked Beach Buoy to add a stone to Stubborn Dog Stack for her.
No problem...
As Beach Buoy faffed at the side of the van, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple left the beach via the access ramp.
The air was still.
It was a bright start to the day.
Beach Buoy headed for the ramp.
A lady that he had never seen before did too.
She had an old, friendly looking boxer dog.
Her dog wanted to say hello to Another Dog.
"Come here Molly."
Molly!
All of the years that Beach Buoy has come to the beach.
This was the first Molly that he had met.
Today of all days.
They all headed down the ramp.
Upon reaching the beach, Team One Black Ear approached.
They were leaving.
Team One Black Ear wanted to chat to the lady with Molly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea after a quick
"Morning."
It was a calm morning, but the sea rumbled, like a still-to-be-seen train coming down the tracks.
Beach Buoy had brought paint pens and spray varnish.
He just needs to find a couple of suitable "Molly" stones.
They headed south.
As they walked, Beach Buoy looked for suitable stones.
The access ramp chat must have been over.
It sounded like the lady and Molly were in the dunes to the north.
The name of a called dog drifted in the breeze.
"Molly!."
"Molly!"
You couldn't make it up.
He placed suitable stones into his beach bag as they progressed towards the big slope.
The walked the "easy" route.
Screams came from the north.
The swimmers were greeting the chilly sea.
"Morning Mate and Billy Buoy."
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He painted the newly-found stones.
He sprayed them with varnish.
He planned to put one on show, hiding the other.
Least one will stay should prats arrive.
He sat watching the sea as the paint and varnish dried.
He placed the stones.
"See you mate."
They set off for the beach.
It looked inviting.
The dune edge.
Back to the beach.
Twenty four hours and a million miles from yesterday.
They returned to the van.
Team Florrie has just arrived.
The had a lovely lovely chat.
As they said farewell, Dotty Dog and mam passed by.
A quick on the go chat and they were gone.
This odd blog post is dedicated to Molly.
BEACH BUOY.
