Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-11.
The Starlings had arrived just before.
The birds stood all around.
The lady who once fell her bike, walked The Esplanade as she talked on her phone.
Two sea swimmers swam.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Team Muzzled Dog overtook them as Team One Black Ear approached from the north.
Team Muzzled Dog and Team One Black Ear paused to chat to one another.
"Morning." as Beach Buoy passed.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed north down near the water's edge.
"Morning Mate."
7-44.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
The man with three dogs, who once had four, headed southwards along the beach below.
It was a dull enough morning to be able to see the flashes of the Headland Lighthouse.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy slid down a small sandy slope to the grey rocks below.
He looked without success for some of the taken painted stones.
Sand from a collapsing dune edge had made the route to the beach walkable.
A slow walk back.
A lady with three dogs rushed south then north.
The tide was still heading out
The beach was becoming wider.
Metal detectorists.
The wreck was just coming ashore once more.
Wreck timbers.
To Beach Buoy they look like a run down seaside village.
The wreck today.
They returned to the van.
A lady came out of an overnight Motorhome.
She straddled The Esplanade wall.
She drank coffee and took photographs.
BEACH BUOY.
