Beach Buoy had been up since 3 a.m...
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park at 7-56 a.m.
They had passed Rita the Meter Maid, her search had began.
Beach Buoy crossed the main road.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The very very wet retriever was being placed in the back of a car that would shortly be very very wet.
They reached the beach at 8-02.
Some of the sea swimmers set off from below the village green.
It was overcast with a chilly breeze from the south west.
Two joggers headed south.
The tide was out, but not as far out as the wreck, not just yet.
A man was heading north with his Doodle Dog.
The dog trotted over.
It dropped it's orange ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
Beach Buoy obliged, kicking the ball in the general direction of it's owner.
But not with the accuracy of an intentional ball launcher.
Team one black ear gave a distant wave which was returned.
The jogging half of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Again distant waves were shared.
There were no beach tractors today.
The wind and the sea work the weekend shifts.
Sea pottery in the shingle.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stack stones from the same patch of shingle.
Up near the dunes, a couple sat on a driftwood bench as they watched their Border Collie play.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-42.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route.
North to clear the grey rocks.
Then continue south to the Tank Traps.
Two of the Tank Traps were reminiscing.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head back.
The beach was wider now.
The tide was going out.
The wreck was well on show ...
A grey horse and a brown horse stood by the sea.
As did a lady in a red coat, near to but not with a man in green coat.
Like Port and Starboard.
Alone, but somehow together.
BEACH BUOY.
