Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 7-36 a.m.
A man with a Labrador passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp as the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading up.
As Beach Buoy headed down to the beach a white feather seemed to circle around him.
It felt significant.
He wasn't sure how, but it did.
Three people and their dog headed to the south.
They are regulars too.
A chilly breeze blew from the west.
There was certainly a few of Autumn to the day.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Team One Black Ear were heading back.
They stopped to chat.
The Young Lady with the Yorkshire Terrier stopped to chat too.
The topic was Velcro.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued southwards.
They headed towards the water's edge.
Eventually they began to head towards the dunes.
Along the low level route.
8-15.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
A Lone Oyster Catcher flew south to north, just above the breaking waves.
He stood to go.
"See you mate."
From the height of the dunes, he looked to the north.
Back to the beach below.
As they headed back, faint sunshine shadows began to appear.
Men and their dogs had appeared too.
The Sun became brighter, the shadows darker.
The headed back to the van.
Others walked the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
