Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
It was 6-26 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike and her companion had already touched base at the south end of the Esplanade.
They were well to the north.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they progressed.
The tide was well in.
It was overcast.
A breeze blew from the north west.
A man in a yellow coat walked the dune edge with his black dog.
It was fresh, not cold.
Team One Black Ear and the 7 a.m. club were chatting up ahead.
They went their separate ways.
The 7 a.m. club stopped to chat to Beach Buoy.
They can cover really deep subjects for a few minutes then gone...
Back to
The World of Beach.
Voltaire.
Give it a Google for more information.
The ex army gentleman passed at distance.
He waved adding he had been up at the stack since 4-30 a.m.
He had made some modifications.
Team One Black Ear were now heading back north.
They too stopped to chat.
They went their separate ways.
Two Turbine Towers upright
Blades stacked aft.
As viewed from the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-04.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The water bowl for wild life had been disturbed and moved completely.
He had hidden it , surrounded by stones to make it as natural as possible.
He replaced it.
Another Dog sat on the dune sand.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Down river.
Beach Buoy goggled
Voltaire.
Even further down river.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn and excellent dog Alfie approached.
Beach Buoy shared his new found Goole-fed knowledge about the river's most recent arrival.
They went their seperate ways
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
