MONDAY.
The view from inside the van.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had arrived with the sunrise.
It was 5-33 a.m.
The view from outside of the van.
The view from outside the van, looking inside.
They headed towards the sea.
The only other person on the beach passed by, heading north.
Beach Buoy hadn't seen them on the beach before.
"Morning."
said Beach Buoy.
"Morning." said the man.
We won't go into all of the details of the conversation.
They must have chatted for over half an hour.
The man had his seventeen years old Border Collie at his side.
His Dad had been Mr.Universe.
Lived to 104.
Was a stand in for Anthony Quinn in Zorba the Greek.
That is just scratching the surface of the chat.
They had lived two completely different lives.
It was a nice encounter.
They shook hands twice.
They went their separate ways.
Seal.
The sea was as calm as a Beach Buoy.
Sea Serpent.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They walked and talked.
Beach Buoy headed along the easy route.
Another stack of stones at the grey rocks.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear and Milo, their borrowed dog ran on the beach beyond the rocks.
The owner/ minder was trying to get Milo to go into the sea, hopefully to wash his sandy back.
The big black dog had been rolling around in the sand at regular intervals.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-40.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stones.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He chilled a little more.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route.
Team One Black Ear had just began to head back.
They walked and chatted.
They reached The Esplanade.
Sitting on the sand out of your shoes bench, at the top of the southernmost access ramp, they chatted some more.
BEACH BUOY.
