Saturday morning.
With all of the excitement of a new beach book day,
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They and the new note book arrived at 6-56 a.m.
An Esplanade Cyclist was caught in the van's headlights as they parked up.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The Beach combing Border Collie Couple were about twenty steps behind them.
The all headed to the sea like a small police search party, looking for clues, not sea glass.
It was somewhere near half-light.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
To the north, hundreds of heard but unseen Gulls took flight.
The gloomy sky was filled with their cries.
A blanket of darkness seemed to be working its way out to sea.
It was like some sort of sky tide.
It was quite mild.
The air was almost still.
The tide was well out.
They headed south.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had stepped it out.
They were well ahead of Beach Buoy and Deputy Dawdle.
The Beachcombers turned to head back.
They had reached the point of their return.
They passed in opposite directions.
Unusually their Border Collie ran to the water's edge.
It barked at fleeing Gulls as it ran beside the sea.
The sky tide exposed more brightness as it retreated to the east.
Two Crows headed south, side by side.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-32.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone
before topping up the Wildlife Water Bowl.
They had a sit and think.
Beach Buoy cupped his hands.
He washed his face with imaginary water.
It was dried by an imaginary towel.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog crossed over the grey rocks, directly to the beach below.
They continued heading south.
The breeze picked up a little.
It was more refreshing than it was cold.
Up ahead, near the Tank Traps a figure stumbled across the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy thought it could be a fisherman loaded with more than enough equipment.
As he approached him, Beach Buoy could see that it was the man who sleeps rough.
They had met and chatted on a number of occasions.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy asked if the night had been O.K?
Kids had been dropped off when it was dark, to go fishing.
They had been letting fireworks off too.
He eventually found sleep.
As a bonus there had been no condensation overnight.
He went onto explain that he would rather have rain outside than condensation inside.
"Best make a move."
With that the Gentleman set off to the north.
Large Backpack and a two wheeled shopping trolley.
Beach Buoy hoped that was o.k?
He had asked him.
He said that he was.
Two walked the North Gare Pier.
Two of the Tank Traps with a view of Sand Martin Corner.
The birds should return in April.
Here for many years to come.
A ship headed out into open waters.
Two ladies walked a Border Collie that was white than it was black.
It looked very unusual.
Fetch!
The man who sleeps rough had stopped for rest.
He was on his way once more.
She does a daft trot when she wants her ball form the beach bag.
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A Jogger and his Border Collie head south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the wreck once more.
It would be rude not to.
Past and Present.
A Crow landed nearby.
Beach Buoy played some Crow Calls on his Mobile Phone.
More landed.
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It was more fun than maybe it should have been.
BEACH BUOY.
