Wednesday.
St. George's Day
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Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at
6-08 a.m.
The view across the little tern site
from The Esplanade.
A man and his Spaniel were leaving the beach via the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and the dogs chose to walk to the low wall at the south end of The Esplanade.
A cyclist headed back north.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the sea.
He collected five suitable stones.
Two Geese appeared from the dunes.
They did a small arc over the beach before heading back into the dunes.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They walked and talked their way south.
"Aren't we lucky?"
Beach Buoy agreed and went on to listen as his beach companion talked of the Skylark's Song.
The pleasure obtained by the simple fact that someone had placed a piece of driftwood up like a marker.
Beach Buoy agreed again
They went their seperate ways.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-41.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The dogs settled nearby.
Borrowed Dog had a sit and sniff.
Another Dog had a sit and think.
A slight breeze picked up from the south east, but now a distant fog buzzer began to buzz.
In an instant the temperature dropped.
It was a stronger breeze now from the north.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew south.
They were as close to the water's edge as they were the sea.
After a while, Beach Buoy stood.
"See you mate."
He was about to head south, he looked north.
He shared very distant waves with Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and the dogs set off for Sand Martin Corner.
North Gare Pier and the Tank Traps.
They clambered down to the tank traps.
The cold breeze seemed to have grounded the Sand Martins?
The Turbines spun.
The breeze blew.
Once the colder breeze had hit the blades, they would turn to face it.
Mist/Fog on the horizon had began to claims the coast's cliffs.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back north.
A man walked southwards, double-thumb texting as he walked.
Team Muzzled Dog passed.
Distant waves were exchanged
Mr Gunn/Lunn came along .
They chatted.
Excellent Dog Alfie was wanting a shoulder scratch
Beach Buoy obliged.
They went their separate ways.
Up on The Esplanade.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of a Black Pug as he asked her owner if he was O.K.
He was.
The two are one third of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
Their blog name was due to the fact some of the dogs in the group wore knitted coats.
The colourful ringed coats reminded Beach Buoy of Time Team's Mick Aston's Jumpers.
Hence the name.
BEACH BUOY.
