Thursday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-18 a.m.
Someone dressed like an Eskimo walked a Husky Dog.
A man leant on The Esplanade Wall, waiting for the sunrise.
It was 6-28 by the time they had reached the water's edge.
There was a slight but fresh breeze from the north.
They headed south.
The Sun rose at 6-31.
It rose in the atmospheric mist.
To the north , the 7 a.m. club had turned back.
A Crow for company.
They continued south, collecting suitable stones as they walked.
A Murder of Crows flew south then north.
They walked the low level route.
Up into the dunes.
On the beach below the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back north.
Another Dog.
Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7 a.m.
Stand and think.
Beach Buoy put two hoods up.
The breeze wasn't that bad.
He just wanted to be in one man tent mode.
To the north on the beach below, the Border Collie Couple came and went.
He scanned the bay for Dolphins.
None yet.
He scanned the Dune edge for Sand Martins.
None yet.
At least the Skylarks were singing.
A Dog Poo dispenser.
Beach cleaned.
When Beach Buoy uses air dry clay to make a model of the Tea room, hopefully soon. This will receive a little face.
A diving helmet.
A Beach Brick.
On the way back north, Team Muzzled Dog passed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along with excellent dog Alfie.
Thursday Basil was with them too.
They paused and chatted briefly.
BEACH BUOY.
