Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-24 a.m.
The lady who had once fell off her bike and her companion were walking along the Espalanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The Little Nest Site had fallen silent.
Only a few remained.
Late arrivals late to set off ?
Or maybe the Kestrels or foxes had taken their young and they had bred again later?
There was a light breeze from the south west.
They headed towards the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was out beyond the wreck.
The 7 a.m. club and Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were there too.
A Ring-Plover tried to attract Beach Buoy's attention.
It must of had young nearby?
A Ship went out to sea.
The remaining Little Terns seemed to be conducting flying lessons, ready for the off?
Beach Buoy chatted to The 7 a.m. Club.
It was a two dog day.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
Skylarks sang,
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water.
They had a sit and a think.
A lady walked the beach below.
Her coat made her look like a Bear.
Sand Martins flew the dune edge.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
They stopped to chat to the man with a black dog.
BEACH BUOY.
They returned to the beach.
