Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
It was not long before 6-30 a.m.
The Little Terns were chattering.
The lady who once fell off her bike was walking with her companion.
They were heading back to the north.
The headphone man had completed his rectangular walk.
He was heading home.
The Sun was out.
The air was very cold.
A man stood with his dog at the nest site fencing.
The 7 a m. Club and Team One Black Ear were to the south.
The tide was a canny way out.
Two men headed south along the water's edge.
Jog, walk, talk and repeat.
A confident lady and her equally confident Spaniel strode diagonally across the beach, claiming the water's edge.
The 7 a.m. club headed back north.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning Geoff."
"Colder this morning."
"Yes."
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Team One Black Ear came from the south.
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-58.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog had a sit and think.
They headed back alongside the sea.
The first wave of beach visitors had been and gone.
It looked as if someone had been playing a "Spot the Sun." Competition.
Team Muzzled Dog started the second wave.
They gave distant waves which were returned.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
