Monday morning.
It was still dark.Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-30.
Another Dog went on strike.
She wouldn't walk down the beach access ramp.
It was mild.
There was a light breeze from the south west.
They walked to the water's edge.
Both were wearing green flashing lights.
Beach Buoy collected five stones.
It was still quite dark.
He hoped that they were suitable.
Unseen Gulls cried.
They headed south along the water's edge.
He could see a light up near the grey rocks.
A man, his sand-sniffing dog and their light came by.
"Morning."
Nothing...
Their light faded as they toddled off to the north.
Beyond them, Beach Buoy could see the red flashing lights of the 7 a.m. club.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog cracked on to the south.
The tide had not long turned from high.
Two birds bobbed on a breeze-rippled sea.
Beach Buoy wished that two men called Robert with an interest in bird watching would arrive,
Only so he could say the two Bobs birded.
Beach Buoy found a large wooden wedge.
It was about a metre long.
He picked it up.
It would be going to the stack.
Memories of a day when the sea gave half a dozen wooden wedges when they were needed most.
As theyu walked the low level route, three Oyster Catchers took flight thanks to a breaking wave.
Ruby.
Another Dog.
"Morning Mate."
it was 7-04.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
All five turned out to be suitable.
He patted
THE
stone.
He noticed that the smallest and most recent Brakesy painting had been taken.
Two remained.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back north.
Beach Buoy met up with Team One Black Ear.
They walked and talked their way back.
The man who once had four dogs went by with three.
"Morning Gents."
"Morning."
"Morning."
The Sun tried to break through to the south.
The Lady with a Black Dog and a White Dog passed by.
"How are we?"
They question was returned.
BEACH BUOY.
