Sunday Morning.
It had rained, rained and rained.Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 7-02 a.m.
The only other vehicle in the car park was the litter pick lady's.
She was nowhere to be seen, off wombling free somewhere.
One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper errived with dogs, Alfie and Archie.
Thats the third blog Alfie,
"Morning."
"Morning."
Dennis the Dog to the beach access ramp with his owner.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Dennis the Dog and his owner stepped it out to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled.
Not a pipe and slipper dawdle, just no need to rush.
They had forever now.
He collected five suitable stones.
On the strandline, another colourful Scooby Doo Ball.
It was Beach Bagged as another spare for Milo the borrowed dog.
A cold wind blew from the north.
Two hoods went up.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.
She was heading south along the water's edge.
A young lady passed her, heading in the opposite direction while double-thumb texting on her mobile phone.
Team Muzzled Dog overtook Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Dasher, the muzzled dog dashed in to the dunes.
Team One Black Ear stopped to chat.
7-40
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more that were suitable.
He had a stand and think.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view was soaked.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Some photographs pf the Wind Turbines...
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Beach Buoy met up with Colin and his Dog.
Their Dad's were Middleton Mates.
They walked and talked their way northwards.
The lady with a black dog called Dylan commented on how fresh the wind was as she headed south.
Others walked the water's edge.
Back to the van.
Rita the Meter Maid was doing her rounds, looking for returned coins.
BEACH BUOY..
