Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach
They arrived at around 7-30 a.m.
It was a few minutes after sunrise.
Starlings waited to pipe them aboard.
As they headed down the beach access ramp, Not Beach Buoy and his little dog turned right at the start of the dunes.
They always do, before heading back north along The Esplanade.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just about to leave the beach.
The Sun glowed briefly through a break in the grey sky.
Like someone walking quickly behind a gap in the curtains.
It was on show for less than a minute.
Gone.
The tide was more in than out.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The man who once had four dogs and now has three caught Beach Buoy and Another Dog up.
He only had two dogs this morning...
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy pondered.
Ask or not ask?
He asked...
"Where's your other mate?
Is he O.K?"
as he pointed to any empty space on the beach.
"On his holidays in Hertfordshire with the daughter.
He loves it.
He'll be in the pub all day."
They went the same way but at different speeds.
A lady with two dachshunds walked the water edge, heading north.
A lady with two Labradors followed .
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the big slope.
The view north.
Top of the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-58.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the grey sea.
The man who once had a Beagle but now has a Spaniel walked south on the beach below.
He was walking and taking to a man with a big black dog.
By sight or scent, the Spaniel realised that Beach Buoy and Another Dog were up at Stubborn Dog Stack .
He walked to the edge of the grey rocks before standing on its back legs to obtain a better view of the stack.
Beach Buoy waved.
The dog returned to the water's edge, then south.
"See you mate."
They slid down onto the sandy path that had formed behind the grey rocks.
They returned to the north.
A slow walk back.
A grey but pleasant enough morning.
A lady in hooped blue trousers and a pointy wooden hat headed South.
BEACH BUOY.
