Another Dog in her favourite mode.
Beach Buoy woke her.
He carried her to the van.
Somehow she manages to make herself twice her weight whenever this takes place.
They took the short drive to Seaton Park.
Beach Buoy closed the side door of the van.
They set off for the beach.
There ahead was a Seaton Snooks Tea Room Card in waiting...
A man was heading back to the Car Park.
Bulldog on lead and a massive lump of tree over one shoulder.
Beach Buoy imagined the dog saying.
"He wouldn't come off the beach unless he could bring his stick."
They reached a bright and breezy beach.
It was 9-16 a.m.
The Sauna tent was set up near to The Esplanade Wall.
It wobbled in the breeze like a jelly.
The breeze was from the south west.
It was chilly.
The tide was well out.
In the distance, Beach Buoy could see that the wreck was almost ashore.
From the Sea Front, the sound of empty bottles being tipped into a recycling bin cascaded across the beach.
Two men left the comfort of the sauna tent, making a fairly long and very chilly walk to the sea.
Two ladies in long coats took photographs of the two sauna swimmers heading into the water.
The two men must have only been in the sea a minute or two.
They marched back to the warmth of the sauna tent.
A quiet life.
Walking a dog by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy paused.
He faced the Headland.
With the cold breeze and his back, he rubbed his hands together to chase the chill.
At the water's edge, three Gulls turned into chickens as a single crow scattered them from a scrap of food.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the wreck.
It was just coming ashore.
The tide was heading out.
They continued south, into the light.
Up on the dunes, the lady who loves the sea walked with her German Shepherd and companion.
Beach Buoy crossed over to the strand-line.
He gathered five suitable stones, ready for the stack.
Down in a sand gully where shingle lay, a lady beachcombed.
She was talking on her phone as she searched.
Any possible finds were being turned by a ballerina-type pointed toe.
The most elegant of all of the recognised beachcombing styles.
Seven men walked the beach northwards.
These were the men Beach Buoy had thought were disappointed golfers
They were just doing a regular beach walk
Beach Buoy named them,
The Lost Golfers.
Up on the highest of all of the dunes heights, a lady sat with her dog.
It looked to be one of the best of places and situations.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn caught up
They chatted.
Excellent dog Alfie had become lost on Thursday.
Thankfully all was good.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
10-02 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He felt like dancing in the breeze with the swaying Marram Grass.
Meanwhile, back in the real world...
He sat and watched the beach.
Two horses were heading to the Pier.
"See you mate."
They continued south along the dune edge.
Another Dog paused.
She back-kicked sand into Beach Buoy's face.
They crossed grey rocks near the tank traps.
No finds to be had.
They began to go northwards, back towards the village
The small lifeboat came over to The Sea Serpent Marker.
It's good that they check in him from time to time.
They continued north.
They were overtaken by two men of varying heights.
"Going back to last week, the only day..."
They stepped out of earshot.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed on the beach below.
Up ahead three people and a wonderful dog.
From a distance it looked like a cross between a Collie and an Old English Sheep dog.
Face:- White.
Body:- Grey
Tail:- Black
It looked wonderful.
The three led the way.
Beach Buoy followed.
Up ahead a large group of people and dogs.
In no time Beach Buoy was walking in a sea of Dachshunds.
More than a dozen, less than twenty.
Now you know...
They continued north.
On the return journey, the wreck was well ashore.
A crow landed as Beach Buoy readied to take the photograph as though there was a charge to pay to allow photography and he would be the one collecting it.
BEACH BUOY.
