Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up In Seaton Park.
They met team one black ear on The Esplanade.
They chatted.
Other beachgoers had been asking after Beach Buoy as they hadn't seen him for a while.
They went their separate ways
Beach Buoy and the dogs went down the access ramp near to the colourful but once again vacant beach huts.
It was very mild.
They touched sand at 8-27 a.m.
A light breeze blew from the west.
They headed south.
A milky Sun shone.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked near to the dunes.
A squeaky toy and a barking dog came down the southernmost access ramp.
Living life on the edge now.
The water's edge.
Two ladies and doodle dog headed south along the strand-line.
Plenty of heat in the Sun.
It was the mildest of mornings.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed up the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route with very confused flies for company.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-07.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone
He sat on the double planked seat.
Down on the beach below, five Gulls and nine Oyster Catchers held a meeting.
Beach Buoy sat in the sunshine.
In winters gone by, he would think how good it would be to be able to have saved a spring day.
To use up or bank when needed
Today was that spring day.
"See you mate."
They dropped down the small slope.
They began to head back north.
They had an encounter with an ignorant couple.
Some people shouldn't have dogs.
No worries.
It couldn't spoil a good day.
They will always have to be them.
The wreck came ashore as they passed by.
They headed back the van.
BEACH BUOY.
