Monday.
It had been very windy and wet overnight.
Scattered showers were still on the cards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp at 6-28 a.m.
Beach Buoy was more than half expecting a soaking.
Starlings landed on the Esplanade as one.
They took flight.
Optimistic Sunrise seekers waited down by the sea,
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked.
The tide was a canny way out.
There was a strong and chilly breeze from the south west.
A shower came and went.
A hood went up and down.
The Sun showed up.
It was 6-50.
He wasn't expecting to see their sunshine shadows.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed back to the Village.
They were walking distant dune heights.
Too distant to wave.
Ruby.
Regular strips of shingle offered hope to beachcombers.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were missing out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
7 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
Even though the driftwood seat with an elevated view was wet due to the rainfall, he had a sit and think.
He drank coffee.
The wind turbines stood idle even though the breeze was strong.
They had most probably been locked off due to strong overnight winds.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed back.
Distant waves were shared with Team Muzzled Dog who were jogging and walking their way south.
The lady who walks the full beach, did so.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with a black dog and an emergency hat passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
