Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach on foot.
It was foggy.
On The Esplanade he could hear the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple cross the car park before he could see them.
On the beach access ramp, Beach Buoy chatted briefly to the little pick lady.
The tide was not far off high tide.
It was heading out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
There was a slight, moisture -laden breeze from the north.
It was a mild and touch muggy morning.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-10.
A foggy fisherman fished on the beach below.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank fizzy water.
Another foggy fisherman appeared from the north.
Beach Buoy just sat.
It was a grey but beautiful morning.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the "easy" route.
Back to the beach below.
Jog in the Fog.
A slow walk back.
Bog in the fog.
BEACH BUOY.
