Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park.
They arrived on the beach at 6-41 a.m.
The 7 a.m.club had cut short their walk and were already heading back to the north.
Off for a swim with the other Brass Monkeys.
A lady in grey, headed to the car park with her two dogs.
If she had waited just a moment, she would have seen the sunrise at 6-44.
The tide was well in.
It was a narrow beach today.
The Sun cleared the horizon.
The very very wet retriever came from the south.
It dropped it's ball for Beach Buoy to kick.
It was a poor kick.
The dog seemed to take pity, offering Beach Buoy a second attempt.
Beach Buoy made a slightly better attempt.
It's owner passed by,
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy noticed a lady heading south along the water's edge.
He moved up towards the dunes edge leaving the water's edge for her.
She walked ahead.
She sat on a driftwood log.
She crouched behind it to take a photograph.
Another Dog was spooked.
The brakes went on.
Beach Buoy carried her
The lady commented on the carrying situation.
They chatted.
The lady loves the sound of the sea.
"The beach sets you up for the day ."
Beach Buoy agreed.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
Team One Black gave a distant wave from the north.
It was returned.
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"Morning Mate."
It was 7-14 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a short sit in the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had noticed two dogs on the way to the stack via the "easy" route.
Although not mentioned on the blog , there had been a recent incident with them at the stack.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
One last look.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He grabbed his phone.
Click.
They were heading north above the dunes.
The sunlight was gorgeous.
The sea washed onto the beach.
Team one black ear were up ahead, heading north.
The young lady with a Yorkshire Terrier was heading south.
The Yorkshire Terrier playfully chased Hugo and his one black ear. As the owners chatted briefly.
They went their seperate ways.
Beach Buoy was next on the old man with a dog conveyor belt.
He chatted to the young lady as her Yorkshire Terrier rolled around on its back.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the access ramp.
The man with three dogs who once had four, gave a distant wave as he began his beach walk
The wave was returned.
Back at the van ..
"Morning."
"Morning.
One third of Team Mick Aston had just parked up.
BEACH BUOY.
