Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived before sunrise.
Unfortunately it took place behind closed doors today.
They set off southwards.
The 7 a.m. club were to the north, also heading south.
Distant waves.
"Morning Paul!"
drifted across the beach.
Gulls filled the sky like wind-blown litter.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They walked and talked a while.
Scruffy's mam stopped to pick up a piece of sea glass.
"I collect glass."
They exchanged sea glass stories, including one about the rudest piece of Seaglass she had ever found.
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After their chat the 7 a.m. club headed back.
There was a sea to be swam.
Driftwood washed ashore.
It was a canny day.
Bit blowy but not bad at all.
Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-06.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog had a sit and think too.
Although it was quite blowy, the sea was just rippled.
No big waves.
The high tide came ashore gently, breaking at the very last moment.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Team one black ear had just arrived at the grey rocks.
They headed back north together.
Clouds.
They walked and talked their way back with Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy went beyond the van chatting, plenty of time afterall.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy headed south to the van along The Esplanade.
The lady with a tall Terrier walked the strand-line.
Sometimes Geoff Comes too.
Always really.
Beach Buoy drove off.
Rita the meter maid was doing her rounds.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was driving to the beach.
Beach Buoy and all of them, characters of a big clockwork toy.
BEACH BUOY.
