Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-21 a.m.
They walked and talked with Scruffy's mam and the Greyhound lady for a while.
The tide was well out, beyond the wreck.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog walked the strandline.
Team One Black Ear and the 7 a.m. club were chatting up ahead.
Beach Buoy chatted to the 7 a.m. club as he passed.
Today's topic was stink bombs from Mac's Magic Shop.
With a "Good Morning" to the lady in the red coat,
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-52.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped the wildlife water bowl.
He had a sit and think.
A small yellow boat left the river behind.
The breeze was chilly.
They didn't stay too long.
"See you mate."
They continued south, along the dune edge.
Every now and then a dip in the dunes offered a rest from the chilly wind.
They reached Sand Martin Corner.
The wonderful birds darted overhead.
Others head back north.
Sand Martins.
No such thing as too many Sand Martin photographs.
The man who once had four dogs came along with three.
All three were barking.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They headed back.
Beach Buoy admired the clouds.
He gave a distant wave to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed.
A couple headed south along the water's edge.
The end.
Be very happy.
BEACH BUOY.
