Thursday.
Another Dog couldn't be bothered.
Beach Buoy reached the Esplanade alone at 6-42 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike had walked to the southernmost end of the Esplanade.
She turned, heading back to the north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
6-44 found Beach Buoy on the beach.
The 7 a.m. Club were heading north.
"Where's your dog?"
Beach Buoy told the sleepy dog story.
They went their separate ways,
The man who once had four dogs and now had three led the way south.
His dogs followed like a miniature seafront railway.
It was on or around high tide.
Four Oyster Catchers almost skimmed their way south, just above the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
He walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-10.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat and thought.
Excellent Dog Alfie appeared from the beach below.
Mr Gunn/Lunn was next.
"Where is she!"
Beach Buoy told the sleepy dog story.
The two men chatted as Beach Buoy made an extra fuss of Alfie.
No Another Dog to be jealous today.
Although it was Thursday there was no Basil today.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn was minding him over the weekend.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn set off on his circular walk.
Alfie was having too much fun being fussed.
He reluctantly trotted off to follow his owner.
Team Muzzled Dog came up from the beach beach below.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Where's your dog ?"
Beach Buoy told the sleepy dog story.
They chatted.
Again with no Another Dog being there the team's two dog were fussed.
Dasher the Muzzled Dog and Alfie the Border Collie, seemed to enjoy the attention?
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
The tide was going out.
A Lone Gull sat on the sea like lost beach football, bobbing up and down at the mercy of sea and wind.
A blank canvas beach stretched ahead.
Just one shadow today.
Back to the van.
The Geoff comes too cushion had a seaview.
BEACH BUOY.
