Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car parked .
It was 5-57 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading home.
A man walked his Labrador to the dunes.
"Morning."
"Morning, looks like it's going to be a beautiful day."
6-08.
The Sun showed up.
The Sun rose.
Waves broke.
Broken waves never need repairing.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club were to the north.
Beach Buoy paused, looking at the Sun and the the sea.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They walked and talked southwards together.
They went their separate ways at the grey rocks.
The 7 a.m. club headed back north for a sea swim.
The man with his Labrador returned to the beach from the dunes.
The Labrador rolled on its back in the sea.
"Reckon he likes the sea then?" said Beach Buoy.
"Living his best life."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went south along the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He drank coffee.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards, along the dune edge.
The Sun climbed above North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the dunes.
Sand Martin Corner.
Beach Buoy is happy that the sandy bank slopes away from the sea.
Some years, with a large overhang, heavy rain has caused collapse.
To the north and a man and his Border Collie crossed the grey rocks before heading towards the Village.
Another Sand Martin almost avoids being photographed.
They returned to the North.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three
"Morning."
"Morning."
Back to the van.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie passed by.
"How many today?"
asked Mr.Gunn/Lunn, refering to the Sand Martins.
Beach Buoy told of the morning's encounter.
They went their separate ways.
Scumbags.
Beach Buoy carried what he could to the Esplanade bins.
In the Car Park, Rita the Meter Maid checked the Meters for returned coins.
Not long afterwards the van came to collect the sea tax parking.
BEACH BUOY.
