Tuesday.
Borrowed Dog had been on a sleepover.
It was 5-55 a.m. as Beach Buoy drank a pre-beach coffee.
He was starting week three of no chocolate.😱
It was going o.k.
He had managed to click that switch in his head.
It was sunny.
The open back door allowed a pleasantly cool breeze into towards the breakfast bar.
So barring heart attack or alien abduction... More later.
It's later now.
Beach Buoy didn't die and wasn't abducted.
Not yet.
You can live in hope.
The three reached the beach
at 6-25 a.m.
It was a Sunny morning.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
The beach toy box and it's contents had gone, they were there last night.
The tide was well in.
They headed south after the short walk to the sea.
A metal detectorist searched the dunes.
Way to the south two beach fishermen fished.
The 7 a.m. club arrived from the south.
It was a bush hat and two dog day.
Sometimes its a deer-stalker and one dog day.
It varies.
The choice of hat doesn't dictate the number of dogs.
They chatted before going their own way.
"They are fishing for Sea Bass."
he added.
The 7 a.m. club had been talking to the Fishermen.
Team One Black Ear arrived from the south.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy donated another beach-found ball.
The confident lady with a confident dog came along.
Beach Buoy continued southwards.
They walked the water's edge like it was a summer's day.
Then again, it was.
He collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
A ship headed into the river under mackerel sky clouds in an otherwise mainly blue sky.
The Bright Sun seemed to shine a golden pathway across the sea.
An escape route.
Despite all of the hate, Beach Buoy alright here for now.
They wandered up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate.”
It was 7 a.m. precisely.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl before sitting on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a sit and think.
Down on the beach below two fishermen fished.
They are there often.
They speak a foreign language.
Beach Buoy won't hazard a guess at which.
It was so very peaceful.
Suddenly a fish was caught.
A large Sea Bass.
It was a beautiful silver.
The men high fived one another but Beach Buoy felt sadness.
As the catch was taking place, the man who once had four dogs arrived at the stack with three.
"Morning."
"Morning. That's their breakfast sorted."
With that, the man and his train of three dogs made tracks through the dunes.
The fishermen moved south.
Beach Buoy stood.
”See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The man with a black dog and thermal mug of tea was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and the two dogs continued northwards.
The lady with a black dog was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning, two today."
"Yes, it's Walter."
A few minutes later Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came along.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy mentioned some unusual tracks that he had seen in the sand.
Back at the access ramp, litter pick lady had located the toy box.
Some prat had decided to hide it up in the dunes.
She informed Beach Buoy that she was going to relocate it to the north.
Beach Buoy reached the top of the ramp.
A lady with the brightest red hair and an equally bright yellow top, headed down the ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
She radiated brightness, in a good way as she headed for the sea.
Arrival.
The sky gave a X
To the sea then south.
Lucky to be so lucky.
Dolphin cloud, perhaps chasing the Mackerel sky?
”Morning Mate."
Stubborn Dog Stack.
New stone arrived.
Snoop x
Snoop Dog?
The fishermen.
Beach Buoy.
