Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He arrived at 6-18.
A man with a backpack was standing at the top of the dunes.
He looked like a lookout.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
He collected five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club were heading south along the water's edge.
Team One Black Ear were heading south too.
A Jogger jogged northwards.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a two dog day.
They couldn't stay long.
It was an early sea swim today.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
He made a fuss of Hugo as they did so.
It was a lovely morning.
One to recall some cold winter's morning.
It wont always be dark.
An unusually-shaped pool, lay trapped on the beach.
He went to investigate.
He headed to the sandy low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-55.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had a sit and think.
Down on the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed South, then North.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
The Sun was more silver than it was gold.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
On the way back north, he greeted both Team Muzzled Dog and the man who once had four dogs with his three.
They were all heading south as he headed back north.
Back to the car park and the busy sounds of Little Terns.
BEACH BUOY.
