Thursday Morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-23 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already off searching to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
It was a short walk.
The tide was high, the beach narrow.
There was a fresh breeze from the south west.
The Sun appeared at 6-31.
Nearby, three sea swimmers were drying themselves after their dip.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They walked and talked.
Beach Buoy threw a yellow ball for Milo.
The sea was rushing over a large bank of sand.
It was a lovely start to the day.
Water rushed back to the sea from the beach.
A Sea Serpent Pup scampered back to the sea.
Or it may have been a piece of driftwood?
Who knows?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Wabbit Tracks on the Low Level Route.
6-57.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view was soaked by recent rainfall.
By 7 a.m. the Sun was climbing into the clouds.
Their sunshine shadows faded like lost happier times.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with the three,
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Chillier this morning."
"Yes a definite nip in the air."
The three dogs followed like mountaineers in a line.
They headed back on the bank of raised side.
With the beach-trapped water on the left hand side, it felt like they were walking a Tombolo.
Sea Pottery.
The tide was heading out slowly.
It was washing over the raised sandy strip.
The one thing that Beach Buoy forgot was the rushing water that was returning to the sea.
He scooped up Another Dog, walking ankle-deep in the water.
The lady who usually walks the full length of the beach stopped at the scene of Beach Buoy carrying Another Dog.
She laughed in a good way at the situation.
Not wanting wet feet she turned back earlier than she normally would.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a distant wave fro the dune edge.
It was returned.
The lady with a black dog called Dylan headed south.
They chatted briefly.
Up on the Esplanade Beach Buoy saw the man with a Rottweiler.
Their paths hadn't crossed for months.
They asked one another how they were doing before having an excellent chat.
BEACH BUOY.