Beach Buoy was sat in the study, doing blog stuff.
He could hear the heavy rainfall.
No early walk today?
He also heard the Beachcombing Bordre Collie Couple , walking and talking their way to the beach.
"Its only water."
thought Beach Buoy,
Another Dog could have a sleep in.
Beach Buoy could head for the beach.
He did.
He arrived at 6-30 a.m.
The person who walks the car park perimeter with headphones did so.
They wore a different perhaps more waterproof coat?
The tide was a fair way out.
The wreck was on show.
He walked towards it.
It was rainy but mild.
Beach Buoy collected five stones that were as wet as they were suitable.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already coming back to the north.
He headed south.
The rain had turned to drizzle.
The rain and drizzle passed the baton to one another.
A distant fog buzzer buzzed.
A lady walked the water's edge.
By the time she had turned to head back, her coat was off, tied around her waist.
It was warm, slightly muggy.
Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-57.
He patted
THE
stone,
He added five more wet and suitable stones.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog walked the water's edge.
Her distant wave was returned.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy walked the low level route.
He turned at the end of the grey rocks to continue southwards.
Someone was up way ahead.
They were dressed in orange.
The person seemed to be poking the sea with a stick.
It didn't look like it was a fishing rod.
As Beach Buoy approached, the person and their stick, crossed the grey rocks into the dunes.
They didn't look back.
It seemed a little strange.
The fog was closing in.
Many of the Wind Turbines were seen only by memory not sight.
Beach Buoy turned to head back towards the village.
Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.
One jogging, the other walking.
Their dogs ran from one to the other.
As they passed, the humans all shared distant waves.
Beach Buoy headed back.
The Village eventually came into view.
He stopped to chat to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
He made a fuss of Excellent Dog Alfie.
As they talked the man with three dogs, who once had four passed by.
Distant waves all around.
BEACH BUOY.
