Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-23 a.m.
It was sunny and warm with a pleasant breeze off the sea.
A deserted towel had been left hanging over the back of the sand out of your shoes bench.
There was hardly a cloud in the sky.
They headed towards the sea.
Back on The Esplanade, the lady who once fell off her bike was heading to the southern end wall with her companion.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A fog buzzer buzzed.
Saltburn and beyond were almost lost.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back to the north.
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
The tide was a canny way in, but heading out.
The Sun was lovely.
Team One Black Ear began to head back north.
They chatted for quite a while.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
A Beach Fisherman headed north.
Beach Buoy had an excellent sit and think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was up ahead.
He gave a distant wave as he veered off to the big slope.
Excellent Dog Alfie was in two minds.
He looked left and right.
He knew that a good neck scratch was on offer.
A whistle and a shout won it.
He trotted off to the big slope.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning, alright?"
"Yes , it glorious isn't it?"
"Perfect."
They went their separate ways.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach came by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Like the man with his three dogs , she was soon a dot in the distance.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Up ahead a twitcher looked out to sea.
They headed up the southernmost access ramp.
A lady was heading down with a cough and a black dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
