A pair of pre-sunrise dog walkers paused to chat on the water's edge before going their separate ways.
Beach Buoy was dogless.
It was 7-20.
Another Dog was sound asleep.
Beach Buoy headed to the sea.
A metal detectorist searched for gold.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy was returning north.
He had received a message from his son in law.
He and Beach Buoy's granddaughter were on the beach.
Borrowed Dog was there too
They walked together a while.
Beach Buoy found a stone.
He had a paint pen in his coat pocket.
His granddaughter painted the stone to take to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They went their separate ways.
Billy Buoy was down from the stack.
Down on the beach with some friends.
Beach Buoy and Billy Buoy headed up the big slope.
7-56.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stones.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He had a tin of spray varnish in his bag.
He varnished his granddaughter's stone.
A x and a ❤️ for Stubborn Dog.
The stone on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
Beach Buoy sat back down.
He painted two stones for the name that was on the beach yesterday.
He sprayed them with protective varnish.
He placed them on Stubborn Dog Stack.
Excellent Dog Alfie trotted by on the beach below.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave.
They both headed of into the sunrise.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy headed back along the easy route.
Back to the beach.
Along the strand-line, remnants of yesterday's floral memorial lay.
Fewer than yesterday.
More distance between each one.
Soon there will be none.
No doubt that for someone, the pain will remain.
Beach Buoy made his way towards the van.
Two colourful sea swimmers walked towards the sea.
One Yellow.
One Orange.
BEACH BUOY.
