Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the Park car park at 8-15 a.m.
As they crossed over to the Esplanade, Team One Black Ear were there.
They were on the way home.
"You missed a stunning sunrise."
"Great."
They chatted a little more before going their separate ways.
A Tractor Driver sat at the top of the Station Lane access ramp.
He was waiting for a key.
They reached the beach at 8-23.
There was a light breeze from the south west.
The Sun was bright.
The tide was well in.
They headed south.
A lady with a dog headed west
A lady with a dog headed north.
A lady with a dog headed east.
A lady with a dog headed east.
They were all different ladies.
They were all different dogs.
Beach Buoy and his dogs, headed south.
The Sun and a swiggle.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
That breeze felt like more of a wind on the open beach.
A Border Collie came over to say hello.
The south seemed to be theirs?
A crow has other ideas.
The bird made a racket with moves like a cat coughing up a fur balls.
The man with the Chocolate Labrador overtook.
They were off to claim the big slope.
An unlikely looking jogger went by, heading north into the bright sun.
At a distance two boxer dogs seemed to be
following him.
One managed to keep contact with him.
The other seemed lost, heading into the dunes.
The thought of lost dogs makes Beach Buoy very anxious.
Eventually, the jogger ran back north minus one dog.
He called it.
Nothing.
He climbed up on the dune edge.
Nothing.
Beach Buoy spotted the missing dog, way to the north.
He shouted and pointed.
They were reunited.
Thank you ?
Nothing.
Beach Buoy wandered to the low level route, wondering about "some people."
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-09.
Beach Buoy added some stones stones
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the rippled sea folded onto the beach below.
He was trying to cherish
Every day.
Every hour
Every minute.
Every second.
"See you mate."
They returned to the Beach.
They returned to the beach below.
The lady who loves the sea, was up on the dune heights with her German Shepherd and companion.
Beach Buoy left the south behind.
It's shingle and sunshine.
An unusual bottle stopper.
Shame that it was damaged.
They headed back to the van.
The tide was well out by now but the wreck was still at sea.
BEACH BUOY.
