Monday morning.
Beach Buoy had been awake most of the night.
Another Dog watches every move.
She was extra tired.
She stayed in bed.
Beach Buoy reached the beach at 6-45 a.m.
He headed down the beach access ramp.
"Morning!"
The Esplanade Cyclist shouted as he passed on The Esplanade above.
"Morning."
"No dog?"
"She's still in bed."
He headed to the sea.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
He caught them up.
They walked and talked.
The Sun came up and out.
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Another Day.
Another Day that his mate Geoff never got to see.
Treasure each one.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-13 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones in five suitable locations.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
On the beach below, Team One Black Ear chatted to Dennis the Dog's owner.
"See you mate."
He headed back.
Team One Black Ear were now chatting to Team Muzzled Dog.
They shared distant waves.
The lady with a black dog called Dylan passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning. No dog?"
"Still in bed."
Beach Buoy continued northwards.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was walking south along the water's edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
