Thursday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Sandy Car Park just before sunrise.
6-38 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike, was walking The Esplanade with company.
A lady and her Spaniel were heading down the beach access ramp the same time as Beach Buoy.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"Morning. Isn't it lovely when it's light?"
"Lovely. Another world."
The lady headed south.
A man walked the water's edge alone.
Beach Buoy headed to the water's edge to give her some space.
The 7 a.m. club has cut short their northwards walk .
They paused to chat to Team One Black Ear as they travelled back for their sea swim.
The Sun showed up.
The best time of the day.
Worth waking early for.
Others led the way.
Beach Buoy kept stopping.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
Their version of Borrowed Dog, Milo was out on the beach again.
They walked as they chatted.
They went their separate ways.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
A coffee too.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The lady who loves the sea, walked the dune heights with her German Shepherd.
Distant waves were shared.
The lady who walks the length of the beach was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"Gorgeous."
In time they caught up with Team One Black Ear.
Team One Black Ear had had a sit and think too.
Their seat being a driftwood tree stump.
"I often sit on there."
They headed back, walking and talking.
Who said that men can't multitask?
As they drove off, Beach Buoy noticed that Rita the Meter Maid was doing her rounds.
The Coastal Cabin pulled up in the north east corner of the car park.
Another day serving coffee, watching the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
