Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-18 a.m.
A Tiny Ship headed for the river.
It looked like a scale model.
The lady who once fell off her bike, walked the Esplanade.
There was light drizzle on a grey day.
There was a strong breeze from the north.
The tide was well out.
Gulls dotted the water's edge.
They headed south.
One hood went up.
Beach Buoy had already collected five suitable stones.
To the north, the wreck was exposed once again.
Other regulars headed back.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
Milo the Borrowed Dog was first to arrive, dropping it's yellow and blue Scooby-Doo ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
Beach Buoy obliged, throwing the ball towards the sea.
They chatted before going their own way.
As they walked the low level route some Gulls hovered above in the updraught off the sea hitting the dune edge.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-05.
Beach Buoy added suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a sit and think with a faceful of sea air.
"See you mate."
They continued south.
Another check to see if the Sand Martins hd indeed left for this year.
It certainly looked like it.
More Gulls had claimed the airspace at Sand Martin Corner.
The steep sandy bank enabled good up draught.
They headed back along the vast beach.
Two with two dogs headed to the car park.
The lady with a black dog headed south, hood up.
"Morning."
"Morning, getting blown away today!"
Three sea swimmers headed to the north sea, towels under their arms.
Some artwork had been added by others to the Esplanade wall.
BEACH BOUY.
