Sunday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 5-55a.m.
They parked up in Sandy Car Park.
A man was heading from the beach to the access ramp with his German Shepherd off its lead.
Beach Buoy walked to the southern end of The Esplanade.
They passed a regular sunrise seeker.
A cyclist leaning on the Esplanade Wall.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog leapt over the southern end wall.
They headed to the water's edge.
He collected five stones that were suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
They headed south.
The tide was a fair way in.
The Sea Serpent.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-26.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He was pleased to see a Snail on a stack stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Sit and think.
Cracks of orange began to show in the sky, somewhere between the Sea Serpent Marker and the Wind Turbines.
The glow sent a golden pathway from the horizon to the beach below.
Beach Buoy stood and stretched.
The 7 a.m. club headed back.
Team One Black Ear were heading south.
They stopped to chat.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, along the dune edge.
The Sand Martins will be busy at Sand Martin Corner.
In time they will search for food up and down the dune edge.
Four Ducks quacked as they flew by.
Skylarks and the sea.
On the way to Sand Martin Corner.
Another Dog wondered why so many photographs were being taken.
Sand Martin.
Sand Martin.
Beach Buoy rested on a Tank Trap to delete all the failed Sand Martin photographs.
Skylarks sang.
Sand Martins danced.
A Sand Martin takes a break from digging it's burrow.
Beach Buoy loves it when Another Dog just has a sit and think on her own. Thinking her own thoughts, dreaming her own dreams.
What does she make of the wide open sea?
They headed back.
Team Muzzled Dog climbed up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
They shared different waves.
The man who once had four dogs, passed by with three .
" Morning."
"Morning."
At the end of the dunes, Beach Buoy did another beach clean.
Six Plastic Bottles.
Seven Cider Cans.
As he placed them in an Esplanade Bin lady with a dog stood nearby.
"My, you've been busy."
"I haven't had the best party ever.
Just rubbish left by others."
"I know."
"It does my head in."
"Just kids."
Beach Buoy knew differently but let it be.
Beach Buoy returned to the van.
A car pulled up, a lady got out with three Dachshunds and a Great Dane.
It looked to be an odd combination.
Beach Buoy
