Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-27.
Scruffy's Mam and the lady with a Greyhound were walking the Esplanade.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
It was a mild milky morning.
There was a light breeze from the south west.
The tide was out, but not enough to expose the wreck.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a distant wave as they headed back north.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A year today.
God bless Geoff.
🍰
The colours in the sky felt significant.
Beach Buoy looked at the sky for a while.
He chatted to the 7 a.m. club as the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed by.
He and Another Dog continued south.
Team One Black Ear were having a sit and think on a driftwood bench.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat before heading to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-06.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He hammered the latest stack post deeper into the dune sand.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Spots of rain came and went.
A welcome breeze blew.
Beach Buoy was so tired.
He had been up since 1-45.
One half of Team Muzzled Dog came up to the stack.
They chatted briefly.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
On the return journey, they chatted to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
The man who once had four dogs gave a distant wave as he passed by.
Sand Martins worked the beach.
Up on the dune edge, a young lady was laid on a blanket, looking out to sea.
BEACH BUOY.
