Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
On The Esplanade he said hello to Scruffy's mam, the lady with the greyhound and the lady who once fell off her bike.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a one dog day.
Beach Buoy was having a no dog day.
The Beachcombing Border Couple were heading north along the water's edge.
A metal detectorist was going north too.
He walked the strand-line.
The Little Terns chattered.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Gulls rafted in the Bay.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear on their return journey.
The man who once had four dogs overtook with three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Being without a dog, Beach Buoy was able to pat two of the three dogs.
All three were a bit standoffish.
Not easily impressed.
Beach Buoy made his way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 6-55 a.m.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
His eyes were red and sore thanks to hayfever.
Maybe sitting with the dune grass was not such a good idea.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
A slow wander back.
A fishing boat work the bay.
Beach Buoy kicked a beach-found football back to others.
Rita the meter maid did her rounds in the car park.
Checking each machine for returned coins.
A man in an Audi shared his blue tooth conversation with the people in the car park.
All heard except the person who walked the car park perimeter wearing headphones.
BEACH BUOY.
