Beach Buoy had been up since 2-58.
He caught up with the blog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-38 a.m.
There was a lovely breeze from the south west.
A ship headed out to sea.
The tide was well in.
Gulls stood at the water's edge.
It looked like they were waiting for clearance from air traffic control.
Same one had stood a driftwood seat on it's end.
Beach Buoy made it safer, laying it down flat.
He collected five suitable stones.
Up on the dune edge, Magpies made a commotion.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the vacant water's edge.
All theirs.
A Bonaparte's Gull.
Sea Pottery.
The north.
They walked the low level route.
The beach was theirs.
The breeze picked up.
6-28.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
He had brought a painted stone and some clear varnish spry too.
It protects the painted stones.
He sat.
Another Dog was enjoying the cool after a warm night.
"See you mate."
He topped up the wildlife water bowl before leaving.
They returned to the beach below.
They headed back.
A Seal went north to south.
No rush...
To the north.
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The Sky went dark to the west.
The bright Sun still shone.
It rained heavily for all of thirty seconds.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.