Saturday.
Someone was dreaming that Beach Buoy had returned to work and that she could sleep as long as she wanted to...
They headed to the beach.
😬
They arrived at 6-21.
A man in shorts was throwing a ball around the car park for his small brown dog.
It was Grey and chilly start to the day.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked to the south end of the Esplanade.
Her and her companion came dressed as December.
A lady and her two dogs headed south along the water's edge.
To the north, the 7 a.m. club were heading south.
They met up with Beach Buoy, thanks to unintentional timing, not planning.
They all walked south, chatting and laughing more would think possible for a chilly grey morning.
Scruffy's mam had had her VW Caddy
converted into a campervan.
"It's all your fault."
she jokingly said to Beach Buoy, adding
"Sitting there in your van having a cup of tea "
They went their seperate ways.
The 7 a.m. club headed back for their sea swim.
The lady with two dogs headed back north.
Unfortunately one her dogs took no notice of her shouting at it to return.
It ran quite aggressively towards Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
Beach Buoy scooped Another Dog up and ended up doing an unwanted beach dance with someone else's dog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Another Dog.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-03 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy didn't sit.
A bit too wound up after the dog incident to fully relax.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back too.
They walked the low level route.
Team Muzzled Dog passed with distant waves.
Treasure ?
No just plastic.
It was beach cleaned
They headed back to the van.
Up ahead an incoming tide was making people dash to avoid wet feet as it ran on after waves broke.
The Village Church Bells rang for 7-45.
They were back at the van.
BEACH BUOY.
