Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-35 a.m.
The 7 a m. Club and Scruffy's mam were heading north along the strand-line.
Team one black ear were heading south.
They stopped to chat to one another before going their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head south.
The 7 a.m. club and Scruffy's mam began to head over.
" Morning Paul."
"Morning."
They chatted briefly before they took went their separate ways.
In time, Beach Buoy and Another Dog caught up with Team One Black Ear.
They walked and chatted.
It was a fresh morning.
Beach Buoy gave Hugo, the dog with one black a shoulder scratch.
He reached into his beach bag, handing a beach-found tennis ball to his owner.
The ball was thrown and returned as they progressed.
The lady who walks the length of the beach passed by on the water's edge.
They went their separate ways.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-01.
Finger ends were cold on a beautiful fresh morning.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The stack looked odd.
It looked a little overgrown with Marram Grass.
Like he hadn't paid a visit for months.
It must have just been the morning light catching it differently today?
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped fizzy water.
On the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple turned to head back northwards.
Stubborn Dog Stack views.
"See you mate."
They set off along the "easy" route.
A beach regular headed south with purpose and a black jacket.
He is one of those regulars who usually slip through the blog net.
Today he was caught.
They returned to the beach.
The tide was coming in.
It washed away previous walks.
Foot and paw prints gone.
A clean slate.
A shaken etch-a-sketch beach.
Up ahead Not Beach Buoy cut up to The Esplanade just before the dunes.
He wore his big Orange coat.
It had been a while, but afterall it was a chilly morning.
An orange-clad Beach Buoy headed to the van.
Bird.
BEACH BUOY.
