Sunday morning.
Time of arrival 6-47 a.m.
Another no dog day.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.
Five suitable stones were collected.
It was grand morning.
A lady dressed in peach with a dashound for company, jogged south then north by the sea.
She took selfies as she ran.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog headed south, overtaking Beach Buoy.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Gannets were making a splash to the north.
,
Tugs waited at the rivermouth for an incoming ship.
South Gare Pier.
Team Muzzled Dog stopped for a chat as they passed at a quicker pace.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-36.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was clear out in the bay, but a distant fog buzzer buzzed.
Down on the beach below the confident lady with confident dog waved confidently to the stack.
"Morning!"
Beach Buoy replied, waving.
He had a sit and think.
Sand Martins whizzed by.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach and a chat with Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
Excellent Dog Alfie was nearby.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
