Sunday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-40 a.m.
Scruffy's Mam, the lady with the Greyhound were all heading north along the Esplanade.
The lady who once fell off her bike and her friend were heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
Spots from overnight rain dotted the sand.
There was a strong breeze from the west.
The tide was well in.
An overcast sky had claimed a weak Sun.
It felt more like early October.
A man walked southwards along the water's edge.
The Beach combing Border Collie couple headed north.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
Another Dog wasn't keen.
Every time that she stopped , Beach Buoy would just watch the Busy Little Terns travel the waters edge.
Team Muzzled Dog overtook with keener dogs.
"Morning."
"Morning."
As and when they could, they continued south.
The Wind Turbines spun like giant clockwork toys in the strong breeze.
Gannets were in the bay too.
Gannet.
Gannet.
Gannets.
"Morning mate."
It was 7-37.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
Someone left a work of art.
Someone left a large bag of dog waste...
People at the same place but poles apart.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
He felt disappointed with some people.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
They returned to the north.
The lady with a black dog and a white dog went from dune to sea.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along .
They chatted as Beach Buoy made a fuss of excellent dog Alfie,
They both agreed how blessed they were.
