Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Car Park at 7-04.
Starlings flew around.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie joined the beach around the same time
They all headed south together.
Chatting and walking.
Walking and chatting.
It was overcast but mild.
A pleasant breeze blew on off the sea.
Sea Swimmers.
Folding Chairs with folded clothes.
They headed south.
Team Muzzled Dog overtook them.
Greetings were exchanged.
The man with three dogs was up ahead.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back northwards.
It really did feel like a clockwork beach this morning.
In a good way.
Nice people.
Nice Dogs.
At the bottom of the big slope, they went their separate ways.
Each thanking the other for their company.
7-31.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped fizzy water.
He reached for the binoculars.
He watched half a dozen Gannets fall to the sea.
The beach seemed quite now.
The 7 a.m. rush seemed to be over?
"See you Mate."
They returned to the beach.
Just a metal detectorist.
Two thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper walked the dune heights.
The very very wet retriever trotted along the water's edge with a bright orange frisbee in its mouth.
BEACH BUOY.
