Friday.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It was 5-30 a.m.
Beach Buoy looked over the Little Tern nest site, out to sea.
He headed down the southernmost access ramp to the beach.
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At the base of the access ramp someone had spelt out
FTR.
A loved one's initials perhaps?
Beach Buoy headed to the sea.
Beach Buoy stood watching the Little Terns return to the nest site.
Each had a small fish hanging from their beams.
He was both hopeful and unsuccessful in capturing one on a photograph.
The ex army gentleman and his smashing Border Collie approached.
They ended up walking and talking for over two hours.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Beach Buoy collected five stones for the stack.
The ex army gentleman already had six in his beach bag.
The 7 a.m. club passed them, they too were heading south.
Two men and a seventeen years old Border Collie.
Climbed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
They all stood a short while.
Conversation on-going.
"See you mate."
They all headed back.
They all returned to the beach.
A Border Collie called Skye led the way back.
Team Muzzled Dog, Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were greeted as they each began their walks.
Their chat continued back at the van.
The ex army gentleman has a White VW Campervan, a dog, a beach bag and lots of memories too.
BEACH BUOY.
