Ruby's fourth birthday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They arrived at 6-21 a.m.
The man with headphones walked the perimeter of the car park.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked to the south end of the Esplanade with her companion.
A cyclist, know to them, made a noise like an aeroplane as he passed by.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the beach.
A metal detectorist was searching the strand-line.
The tide was on its way out.
There was a pleasant breeze from the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Team One Black Ear were on their way back north.
The 7 a.m. club were too, but they were still at the grey rocks.
They chatted to both teams in turn as they passed.
The 7 a.m. club had said that a pair of Whooper Swans had flew the length of the beach earlier, heading north.
He added that that's when summer begins.
They went their separate ways.
Spots of rain fell.
The Sunglasses that were resting on the top of Beach Buoy's head would keep him dry.
It rained for two minutes
Summer had begun.
They continued to head south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a slightly damp driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Two men passed by with matching brown doodle dogs on the beach below.
South, then north.
Beach Buoy sat looking out to sea.
"It's what Tiggers do best."
The unheard 7 a.m. buzzer blew somewhere down river.
It's becoming further away by the day.
"See you mate."
They walked the low level route, back to the beach.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach led the way.
As they headed to the southernmost access ramp, Team Muzzled Dog arrived.
"Morning."
"Hiya "
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
