Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-06 a.m.
Beach Buoy finished off a thermal mug of coffee that he had brought.
Overnight HGV drivers sat in their trucks, engines running.
Beach Buoy walked to the Esplanade Wall to watch the sunrise.
It peeked over the horizon at 6-13.
The lady who once fell off her bike passed by on foot with her friend.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down to the access ramp
The regular cyclist was at the southern end of the Esplanade watching the sun come up.
"Morning."
"Morning."
It only took five minutes for the Sun to be clear of the horizon.
Up, up and away.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
They Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading down the access ramp
Their dog ran to the sea, before running up and down the water's edge.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They walked and talked.
Milo the borrowed ran back after a sit in the sea.
In next to no time, the Beachcombers and their dog were heading back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
it was 6-45.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He checked the wildlife water bowl.
Full of the recent rainwater.
Things had been shuffled around at the stack a little.
It looked like the ex army chap had paid the stack a visit?
All present and correct.
Ruby had a sit and think while keeping a lookout for incoming.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think too.
"See you mate."
They walked the low level route once more.
Once clear of the grey rocks, they continued to head south.
Yesterday's curious Doodle Dog ran northwards with its owner.
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A man walked the water's edge with two more Doodle Dogs.
They were off their leads but only had eyes for him.
FIVE SAND MARTINS!
The Birds darted above the grey rocks.
Surly these were ones returning from further north to the south?
It was good to see them.
Better than having to wait another seven months.
Have to live that long for it to happen anyway.
Beach Buoy mooched around the Tank Traps.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three was heading to the dunes.
They shared distant waves.
One of his dogs, the black one, the unofficial team leader came to the Tank Traps.
He just sat in a rock pool that had formed around one of the traps.
It didn't look like the type of dog that would want to do such a thing.
They turned to return northwards.
Beach Buoy spotted more Seal Tracks.
Looks like it had fallen asleep at high tide?
Two Young Gulls pestered an Adult for food.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with the black dog called Dylan was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning, warmer today."
No emergency hat required today.
More Seal tracks.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stopped to chat to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of excellent dog Alfie.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
