Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach in the van.
They parked up at 6-23 a.m.
It looked like they had arrived on Mars.
A man and dog headed north.
Another man headed north, his big dog headed for Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
Beach Buoy scooped up Another Dog.
All was fine the dog was friendly.
The man was apologetic.
All was good.
They had a nice chat.
The big dog was a cross between a Red Setter and a Poodle.
An Irish Doodle or Setterpoo.
Nice clouds to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
They had a brief chat with the 7 a.m. club.
The tide was well in.
There was hardly a breeze on the beach.
Out in the open bay, the wind turbines spun.
Sun up 6-48.
Clear of horizon 6-52.
Sunrise.
The low level route starts when the grey rocks do too.
About to set off along the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
As they walked the low level route, four Oyster Catchers flew by, heading north.
They whistled as if each had a sheep dog on the beach.
"Morning Mate."
7-07.
As Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone, two Skylarks passed by directly overhead in full song.
🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
Beach Buoy added five stones to the stack.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
It was a lovely start to the day.
The Skylark's return was a step in the right direction.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the low level route and then the beach itself.
He headed back northwards with Team One Black Ear.
They talked all of the way to the Splash Pad.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy doubled back on the Esplanade towards the van.
One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper were up near the Clock Tower.
Distant waves were shared.
Not local, but best of luck.
As he approached the van, he saw not not Beach Buoy walking northwards.
They passed one another.
"Morning."
"How do."
BEACH BUOY.
