Beach Buoy was putting a reluctant Another Dog into the van.
It was 5-57 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple went by, walking and talking their way to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach too.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Two were leaning on the wall at the southernmost end of The Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the sea, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south too.
The sun was out.
There was a light breeze from the west.
The tide was well in.
Gulls did line the water's edge.
They took flight as the beach walkers arrived.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they progressed southwards.
In what seemed like no time, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back.
Beach Buoy moved up to the softer sand to let them have the water's edge route.
Beach Buoy returned to the sea.
Sand and shingle strips lay ahead.
Beach Buoy had brought coffee.
He took a drink at the grey rocks.
He waited for the 7 a.m. club and Team One Black Ear to arrive.
They were walking together.
