Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-10 a.m.
A low level mist was laying across the nearby golf course.
The beach was clear.
It was a Lemon Sun.
The tide was well in.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
A couple and their dog walked northwards along the water's edge.
A mirror image grouping made their way south.
A lined Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head south.
Behind them, another couple with a dog, in hot pursuit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved up to the dune edge.
Another Dog doesn't like people walking behind her.
Beach Buoy is much the same
He gathered five suitable stones as couples with dogs walked the walk down by the sea.
Narrow beaches are not the best.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They walked and chatted.
Milo, their Borrowed Dog ran to and from the sea.
Milo.
The Sea Serpent.
Team One Black Ear stopped at their chosen bench.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
6-41 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He listened to the Gulls in the bay.
They were out singing the Skylarks.
Team One Black Ear came up from a quick stack visit before heading back for a plodge on the way back.
The view to the north.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
The tide had gone out a canny amount in a short period of time.
Waffle.
Lots of plane lines in the sky.
A blonde lady to a photograph of herself.
A lady in pink took a photograph of the sea.
Waffle.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came by with excellent dog Alfie.
They head a brief but excellent chat.
The man who once had four dogs went by with two.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Just two today.
In a bad way."
"Oh dear."
One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper came along.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the Little Black Pug.
A twitcher looked out to Sea.
They headed back to the van
BEACH BUOY.
