Beach Buoy reached Sandy Car Park at 6-20 a.m.
He was alone
It was sunny but chilly.
The lady who once fell off her bike was walking back to the north with her companion.
Beach Buoy headed south.
The 7 a.m. club were up ahead.
To the north, a man stood, arms folded as he looked out to sea.
It was a clear day.
The 5-11 a.m. sunrise will have been spectacular.
The tide was way out.
The 7 a.m. club headed back to the north.
They stopped to chat.
They went their separate ways.
Team One Black Ear were at the grey rocks.
Milo, their borrowed dog seems to be becoming a permanent fixture.
He's a grand dog.
They chatted.
They out the world to rights at least twice.
Beach Buoy headed vto the low level route.
It was 7-07.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He recalled one hundred thoughts.
He forgot a hundred more.
A Lone Sand Martin ventured north.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy headed back.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three headed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped for a a short chat.
They went their separate ways.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were just starting their walk.
They chatted before going their own ways.
BEACH BUOY.
