No Ruby again
Beach Buoy headed to the beach alone.
It was 6-17 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike, her companion Scruffy's mam and Scruffy were walking northwards along the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The 7 a.m. club was walking south along the water's edge.
The tide was out beyond the wreck.
Team One Black Ear were back to the north.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were enroute.
They had passed the drive on foot as Beach Buoy stepped into the van.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
Once again Milo the Borrowed Dog dropped his ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple overtook on the inside lane.
Beach Buoy headed south with Team One Black Ear.
The lady with a red coat and brown dog called Jasper were up on the dune edge.
They shared distant waves.
The 7 a.m. Club headed back north.
Greetings were exchanged.
Beach Buoy and Team One Black Ear chatted at the grey rocks.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
Wabbit tracks were fresh.
They weren't there in last night's strong wind.
6-53.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view and a coffee.
He watched Gannets fall to the sea .
He watched Sand Martins go north then south.
He looked at the blueness of the sky and sighed.
"See you mate."
He went to the beach below.
After rounding the grey rocks he continued south.
The Sand Martins put on a show.
Beach Buoy waggled his phone around trying capture a photograph or two.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave as he and his excellent dog crossed into the dunes.
A rainbow appeared.
Beach Buoy headed back north.
He stopped to chat to Team Muzzled Dog.
The man with the little black dog came along.
They ending up walking and talking all.of the way back.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple have competition it seems.
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