It was a grey but mild morning.
It was 6-42.
It had rained overnight.
Although there was a slight breeze from the south west, out in the bay the Wind Turbines stood as idle as a photograph.
An Esplanade Cyclist
said "Morning."
It was returned as Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the southernmost beach access ramp.
They headed southwards.
The tide was well in.
There was a mild breeze from the south west.
The sea was almost as grey as the sky.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Team One Black Ear were already heading back.
They stopped to chat.
They went their separate ways.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-21.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones and two pieces of beach coal.
The coal came from North Sands.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had a sit and think.
In time...
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy stood and stretched.
They walked the low level route.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three went by.
They paused.
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
Back to the beach.
Back to the van.
Seal just beyond the water's edge.
Had it popped up to say hello or goodbye.
BEACH BUOY.
BEACH BUOY.
