Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
View from the Esplanade, across the almost or fully deserted Little Tern Site.
They headed down the beach access ramp at 5-16 a.m.
The north towards the Village Green.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Not a beach soul in sight, living or dead.
There was heat in the early morning Sun.
It would be high tide in less than an hour.
A jogger and his loyal little black dog ran southwards along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
”Morning Mate."
5-53 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The jogger and his dog had stopped just right of Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was as far as the tide would allow.
The jogger had a sit and think.
He then stood looking out to sea before setting off before Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
He scanned the bay for signs of dolphins or whales.
Just ripples today.
To be honest the sea is enough.
The Sun went behind a cloud.
Beach Buoy blinked three or four times to help his eyes adjust to the fuller light.
The breeze picked up.
The Marram Grass began to dance.
The view north from Stubborn Dog Stack.
A small fishing boat worked the rivermouth.
"See you mate."
They headed back northwards.
The tide had turned.
The 7 a.m. club were heading south with the red coat lady and her brown dog.
The red coat not needed again today but names stuck to avoid confusion.
"Morning."
"Morning Paul, early this morning."
"Aye."
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
The tide has finally turned.
It had washed enough of yesterday away.
As they climbed the access ramp, Team One Black Ear were just heading to the beach.
They chatted.
Their went their separate ways at seperate elevations.
BEACH BUOY.
