Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was around 8-30 a.m.
On The Esplanade they bumped into the Litter Pick Lady and her White Scotty Dog that doesn't like Shih Tzu Dogs.
The lady collects beach-found toys for beach visitors to borrow.
She has 140 spades but only 8 buckets.
Beach Buoy had a blue plastic spade in his beach bag for her.
141 now.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The young lady with the Yorkshire Terrier was just ending her walk.
They sometimes have a brief chat.
They did today.
Last time they had met Beach Buoy had mentioned going on fewer days at work.
He shared Geoff's story.
The date he would have retired.
The Gig.
The Awards.
The young lady was moved.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed South.
The view north to the Village.
A Doodle Dog couldn't make it's mind up,
to say hello or not.
It came and went over and over.
A ship left the River as they walked the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-13.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood bench.
He watched the sea.
Swirls of seacoal came and went along the water's edge.
In time.
"See you mate."
They returned to the lower level route.
Back to the van.
A man headed north with his two dogs.
The Sun shone. Their shadows joined them for the remainder of the walk.
BEACH BUOY.
