It was muggy and a little overcast.
Little Terns chattered.
Two Joggers and a dog headed south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy paused to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a two dog day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
The young lady with the Yorkshire Terrier was heading back to the north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted briefly.
Team One Black Ear were heading back too.
He had done a beach clean.
All post beach party items.
Bottles, perfume and sunglasses.
Beach Buoy paused a while.
The Sun broke through.
The sea was as flat as a sheet of glass.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-03.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
It was becoming hotter by the minute.
Nitrous Oxide.
No laughing mater.
BEACH BUOY.
