Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-26 a.m.
Scruffy's mam and the lady who walks the greyhpond were walking along The Esplanade.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
Two Red Ships traded places.
River to sea.
Sea to river.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The ride was a canny way out.
A few of the wreck's timbers were on show.
They headed south.
A light breeze blew from the south west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south.
Soon, they were dots in the distance.
The 7 a.m. club and Team one Black Ear were heading north individually.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to both.
Sand Martins and Beach Buoy travelled the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
Dolphins.
❤️
The Pod travelled towards the river mouth.
Beach Buoy felt as lucky as he was.
Ream Muzzled Dog and Mr.Gunn/Lunn walked the beach below.
Beach Buoy gave distant waves.
"Dolphins!"
He pointed.
Sand Martin up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach below.
The swirls down on the beach and up in the sky gave a tunnel-like appearance.
It was.
A time tunnel.
From old age to childhood and back again.
The man who once had four dogs went by with three.
They chatted.
He would keep an eye out for the Dolphins.
BEACH BUOY.
