Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Sun reflecting windows guided the way to the sea front.
It wasn't a full free range egg sun.
More of a broken yoke.
It's glow was still light enough to illuminate an otherwise slightly grey and damp start to a Thursday.
They headed to the broken yoke.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
"Just "an old piece of roof slate.
The nail hole made it perfect.
They headed south.
The tide was well in.
The sea was silvery and calm.
Two hoods were down, but it was cold fingers that gripped Beach Buoy's pen
as he made scribbled beach notes while he walked.
Sea Pottery.
A lady with a black dog headed north.
Beach Buoy had a tub of bird seed for the Crows.
Never feed them as you set off.
They will follow you along the beach like a crime scene.
The broken yoke slid into a sandwich of cloud.
In an instant the day was different.
The temperature dropped.
The breeze became stronger.
The man with the chocolate Labrador marched southwards, head down.
Beach Buoy looked north.
A lady and her dog were following along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy turned 90 degrees, he headed to the dune edge.
Let the lady have the sea to herself.
It's nice to have the water's edge to yourself.
Beach Buoy collected suitable stack stones as he crossed the beach.
Sea to dune.
Driftwood "Seal."
The low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
9-10.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood watching long waves break.
Back to the beach.
Back to the sea.
A lady with two tireless Black Spaniels headed north.
Found Beach coal art.
Will be going to the stack next visit.
Beach Buoy Island.
BEACH BUOY.
