Monday morning.
It was 6-38 and dark.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog both wore green flashing lights.
They headed down the access ramp just as the Esplanade Cyclist passed by above.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The air was still and very mild.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Southwards.
The ride was a canny way out.
Mist had claimed the red lights of Bay's Wind Turbines.
At least there was plenty of space.
Two hopeful Crows landed nearby.
Perhaps they had mistaken Beach Buoy and Another Dog for the 7 a.m. club with a stash of cat treats to share.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
He wondered why it was so mild and muggy in mid October?
Stubborn Dog Stack view on a misty morning.
Another Dog.
They returned to the north.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.
They met up with Team One Black Ear.
They walked and talked.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.
Distant waves were shared,
BEACH BUOY.
