Friday.
Just Beach Buoy.
It was 6-26 a.m.
Team One Black Ear were on the old nest site.
"Morning."
"Morning, l'm heading back.
Can't be bothered to go all the way along there. (South)
"Maybe see you tomorrow."
A man with five dogs headed down the access ramp.
They were all friendly, but ran off in different directions.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
The 7 a.m. club were already to the north.
A fresh breeze blew from the north west.
The tide was slightly more in than it was out.
Light spots of rain followed them southwards as they side steeped tangles of Seaweed.
One hood went up.
He collected five suitable stones.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog were up on a dune height.
Beach Buoy walked the water's edge alone.
The spots of rain faded to nothing, the single hood came down.
It still rained out on the horizon.
6-52.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone,
He took out a short, but heavy hammer from his beach bag.
He went to the recently added giant pencil.
One Hundred blows
4 x 25.
He paused.
20.
20.
20.
He went and sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The man who once had four dogs came up the small slope.
They chatted as his two dogs came up the slope too.
One, the black and white one, had gone south on his holidays.
" Storm coming Monday!
Sixty miles an hour winds.
That'll mix things up."
Beach Buoy was informed as the man turned to continue through the dunes.
After a short while Beach Buoy headed south too.
"See you mate."
The sea was rough down by North Gare Pier.
A couple of Sand Martins swooped above the sea.
He stood looking at the sea as though he knew much more about it than he really did.
He was a fool many times over.
The sea forgave him.
He turned, heading back north through the dunes.
In a dip in the dunes he caught a glimpse of Dasher, the Muzzled Dog.
She looked be on the scent of a Wabbit, hence the muzzle.
Up above , two Wind-assisted Cormorants flew by like rockets.
For once they looked as comfortable flying in the sky as they do in the sea.
Up ahead, on the beach below, the man with a black dog had just turned to head back.
They had beach walked as far as the tide would allow.
Beach Buoy greeted the stack once more as he passed by.
He dropped down to the beach.
He walked the water's edge.
Sand Martins flew the beach and breaking waves.
Beach Buoy smiled.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie came from the north.
They chatted vas Beach Buoy fussed over the little and excellent dog.
They went their separate ways.
The confident lady with a confident dog passed by.
" Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy felt a need to explain his lack of dog but didn't.
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BEACH BUOY.
