Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-15 a.m.
The Little Tern Site was silent.
The wind that blew from the west was mild.
The tide was out beyond the wreck.
The 7 a.m. club headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He chatted to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a Gannet and Whale discussion.
A young lad went by with a Doodle Dog called... Alfie.
Yes another Alfie.
This Alfie brought it's ball to Beach Buoy on three occasions.
They walked the low level route.
Sand Martins flew around.
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6-53 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with plenty of rust.
He watched the Sand Martins.
So lucky.
The Sand Martins seemed to be giving the young flying lessons.
He watched the Gannets too.
How lucky to have these birds on the doorstep.
The lady with the red coat and a brown dog walked the beach below.
They shared distant waves.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
They headed back to the north.
BEACH BUOY.
