Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 5-50 a.m.
He has been up since 1-30.
A Cyclist rested on the southern end of the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The air was full of "Invisible." Little Terns.
The tide was well out.
The sky looked like the sea.
The Gent from the other morning passed by.
The Army veteran.
"Morning."
"Morning Buddy."
They headed towards the sea.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy collected five stones that were suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They headed to the dune edge to save disturbing the seabirds at the water's edge.
"Morning Mate."
6-22.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He drank coffee.
Although he had pre-warmed the thermal mug, his drink was disappointingly cold.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards.
Sand Martin Corner.
One of the Sand Martins.
At times more than a dozen filled the air.
Some of the Sand Martins in flight.
And another.
Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach below.
Oyster Catchers search as the tide pulls back.
Out of shot Gulls just stand nearby, watching.
The man who once had four dogs, three today, Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Team Muzzled Dog all headed south at different times.
Beach Buoy chatted to the them all.
It's good to talk.
BEACH BUOY.
