Wednesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached 6-28 a.m.
There was a slight chill in the almost breathless air.
They headed south.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
The Sun rose on time at 6-54.
Milo the borrowed dog arrived.
Team One Black Ear followed.
Beach Buoy donated two beach-found Scooby Doo Balls.
They are heavier than tennis balls, giving more distance when thrown in the ball launcher.
Milo played in the sea as they chatted.
Dennis the Dog passed by with his owner.
"Morning."
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog walked the dune edge.
Milo waited for the next launch.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-20.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
The man who once had four dogs climbed the small slope from the beach to the stack.
"Morning."
"Morning."
His three dogs came up the slope as a group.
They are usually strung out like bunting.
On the beach below, the lady who walks the full length of the beach, turned back where the sea met the grey rocks.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
They headed back north by the sea.
The lady with a black dog called Dylan headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The temperature seemed to drop quickly.
A gloom that hung over to the south was heading northwards on a strengthening breeze.
Gloom or no gloom, it was a lovely morning.
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Out in the bay, a Pilot Boat headed out to sea.
An imagined Post Card.
Thanks for minding the cat.
BEACH BUOY.