Monday morning.
Beach Buoy faffed with his coat zip.
He gave up in the end, opting for the button option.
It was 6-43 a.m.
The person that walks the car park perimeter was doing so.
He reached the Esplanade at 6-48.
The Esplanade Cyclist passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Down on the beach, along the water's edge, Beach Buoy could see the unmistakable figure of the 7 a.m. club heading south.
It was good to see him on the beach again, even though it was at a distance.
Too distant for even a distant wave.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
To the north, Beach Buoy was pleased to see that the 7 a.m. club was chatting to Team One Black Ear.
He may get an update later?
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was out as far as the wreck.
The wind was still strong but it seemed that all of the shifting sand had gone?
The first section of the beach was more like a cobbled street, with all of the softer sand gone.
He was spoilt for choice when he collected the suitable stones.
The wind from the west was very mild.
The Beachcombing Border Collie overtook them before turning to head back.
Only after Another Dog had gone on strike until they had passed.
One walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-12 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He had a sit and think.
The rearranged meeting man rushed southwards on the beach below.
Another Dog chose to stand in a hand-me-down coat from Borrowed Dog.
Rearranged once more, the man hurried northwards.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
It was glorious.
Thanks to the strong wind, the Dune Grasses nodded in agreement.
The Bay was spectacular.
Beach Buoy headed back.
He chatted to Team One Black Ear and fussed the two other dogs as he did so.
7 a.m. club update shared.
As they left the beach the lady with a black dog called Dylan passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
