Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-21 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike was already heading back north on foot,
It was Sunny and mild.
They headed to the beach.
There was a pleasant breeze from the south west.
The tide was way out.
The sea was sparkling.
To the north the wreck was on show.
They headed south as they always do.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as he always does.
A pre-sea swim lady walked her dog along the water's edge in her long colourful robe.
Another Dog found a dog-dug hole in the sand.
She stood in it, sniffing.
The 7 a.m. club and the lady with a red coat and brown dog were returning to the north.
Distant waves and vocal greetings were shared.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat with Team One Black Ear.
The man who once had four dogs was to the north with three.
They had shared distant waves as they had passed by at a quicker pace.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
7-05.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He had a sit and think.
On the beach below, the lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.
A Bullying Gull grabbed another by the tail.
Sand Martins worked the dune edge.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards along the dune edge.
They paused.
The breeze was so welcome.
Common Blue.
Polyommatus Icarus.
Lots of them were around the dune edge.
Beach Buoy stood at the tank traps.
It was a sun trap too today.
He stood clicking away on his phone, trying to capture Sand Martins in flight.
They headed back.
He stopped to chat to the man with a black dog.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked the water's edge.
He waved to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed by on the beach below.
To the north, clouds above the Village looked snow-capped Mountains.
BEACH BUOY.
