Wednesday Morning.
Another Dog had woke Beach Buoy at 1-50 a.m.
Either she needed the toilet or maybe thought that Beach Buoy had finally landed that job for an on-line site that sells watches and clocks?
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There were no texts or emails, so toilet it was.
For a change, Beach Buoy managed to find sleep after the wake up call.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-53 a.m.
Another Dog wouldn't walk down the access ramp.
Beach Buoy placed her on the low wall that runs alongside.
It was the only thing running this morning!
Eventually her and her green flashing light made a move.
It was around thirty minutes to sunrise.
Once on the beach, Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
The tide was more in than it was out.
A misty half-moon looked down from the dunes on a mild morning beach.
Torchlight shone in the distance to the north.
The light and it accompanying silhouette headed to the dunes.
Beach Buoy spotted a flock of birds heading down river, possibly Geese?
He took another photograph with a southbound person for scale/
It was a tall lady with a red coat and a small wagging dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy checked to the north.
The Beachcombing Collie Couple were heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
A Wabbit dropped down from the dune edge onto the route.
It spotted them and bob-tailed its way south before scampering back into the safety of the dunes and its Sea Buckthorn fencing.
As it sped along, Beach Buoy said out loud
"Weeeeeeeeeeee!"
Like go-faster stripes on a car, he knew it would help the Wabbit run more quickly.
7-22.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more that were suitable.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
The Wabbit encounter made him smile.
The simple things.
Beach Buoy counted his blessings, he does this on a regular basis.
Every day is a day Geoff didn't live to enjoy.
It focuses the mind.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew directly overhead.
They looked as if they were heading for Hartlepool Headland?
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
A lady walked the water's edge with two dogs.
One large, one small.
Beach Buoy used the zoom on his camera,
Lots of beach regulars in one shot.
Left to right...
The man who once had four dogs, with his three.
Team One Black Ear.
Team Muzzled Dog.
Finally a man with a Doodle Dog on a lead.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog, perhaps tempted by the slope on the beach, headed to the water's edge.
In the real world, the regulars were still dots in the distance.
The regulars passed in turn,
A combination of not so distant waves and "Morning,"s were shared.
Team One Black Ear had decided to head back with Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
He said that Team Muzzled Dog had asked "Have you seem Paul?"
It seems odd but nice that anyone would ask.
They walked and talked their way to the car park.
Beach Buoy spotted the man who had shared his story a few days earlier.
He and his black dog with one ear up and the other down had just arrived .
Beach Buoy went to talk, John from Team One Black Ear came too.
Beach Buoy said " I didn't get your name on Saturday."
They shook hands as he said his name.
He may not want it on here so it won't be mentioned.
"This is John."
They shook hands.
The gentleman gave a small insight to his interesting life.
Again details not shared here.
He did say that his dog was a rescue from Bosnia.
There was Hugo, the dog with one black ear from Romania.
Beach Buoy pointed to Another Dog, "Middlesbrough."
As the walks and talks came to their natural conclusions, Beach Buoy noticed a ship heading to the river with a cargo of Wind Turbine blades,
BEACH BUOY.
