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 lined 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.
"Morning Team."
The 7 a.m. club laughed
"Team. Morning Paul."
As the three men stood talking, the lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
" Morning." multiplied by four.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog arrived.
"Morning." multiplied by four.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-40.
"Morning Mate.”
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A Sand Martin flew by just missing Beach Buoy's head.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He wondered where a Ship was heading as it left the river behind.
The man who once had four dogs came up the small slope.
They chatted.
"It'll be two tomorrow (dogs)."
The man pointed to the black and white one.
"He's going down south. on holiday."
The man and his dogs continued heading south.
It was a
WONDERFUL
day.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
It was almost high tide.
The sea tried to grab Beach Buoy's ankles every now and then.
A young lady with a rucksack sat on
a driftwood seat, looking out to sea.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came along.
