Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
The walked across the car park at 7-06.
Up on the Esplanade, the person who walks with headphones on, almost walked directly into them.
Beach Buoy couldn't think why?
There was a light breeze from the north east.
A man and his dog headed to the dunes.
The man took photographs as presumably the dog ran around?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
A Beach Crow came to say hello.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear and Team Muzzled Dog.
Beach-found golf balls were handed over.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning mate."
It was 7-42.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
He watched the breaking waves.
People and dogs to the north.
Ghosts to the south.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.
They had a Crow for company.
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Beach Buoy, Another Dog and their sunshine shadows headed north.
Others headed south.
Once on The Esplanade they rested on the wall.
The village church bells rang for 8-30.
Another Dog's ears flapped in the breeze.
Over in the nearby Car Park, Rita the Meter Maid walked her usual route.
Machine to machine.
BEACH BUOY.
