Tuesday.
Another Dog was not interested in going out.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach alone.
Two Sea Swimmers stood in the shallows, their clothes up on the strand-line.
He was just going to step it out today.
No dawldling walk.
He reached the beach at 6-52 a.m.
Team One Black Ear gave a distant wave from the dune edge.
Their walk was almost done.
Out in the bay, a Tug headed out to meet an incoming Ship.
Beach Buoy headed south.
He collected five suitable stones as he walked.
The tide was more in than it was out.
It was overcast with a light breeze from the North.
The tug took position.
Beach Buoy headed for the low level route.
Up to the stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-14.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He didn't hang around.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Back to the north.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Their walk was just beginning
"Morning."
"Hiya."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy walked to the nest site, then onto the car park.
One third of Team Mick Aston Martin Jumper has just arrived.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little black Pug.
BEACH BUOY.
