Tuesday Morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-27 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike and her companion were walking the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The air was still.
It had a chill.
The tide was well in.
Up ahead a lady in a long coat took a selfie as she walked the beach.
A Jogger jogged south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south too.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
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Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
The Moon hung over the dunes like a mirror.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
Driftwood reflected in a beach-trapped pool.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-10.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
It was a gorgeous morning.
A Mobile Crane travelled along North Gare Pier.
More repairs.
"See you mate."
The man who once had four dogs but now had three walked the low level route.
They chatted.
His three dogs were side by side.
They are usually in a line at distance to one another.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van, giving a distant wave to Team Muzzled Dog as they did so.
BEACH BUOY.
