Monday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-45.
The headphone person was walking the perimeter of the car park.
They headed to the beach.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back to the north for a sea swim.
Beach Buoy gave them a distant wave with torchlight.
It was just under an hour to sunrise.
There was a cold wind blowing from the north.
He collected five suitable stones.
The tide was more out than it was in.
Dark clouds drifted like jigsaw pieces heading south.
It was a cold finger morning.
Two Hoods were up.
Hand were deep in pockets.
A confusing C Moon hung in the sky not far from where the Sun would rise.
If it decides to show of course.
Spots of rain came but didn't amount to much.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy had a stand and think.
"Wouldn't it be great to have a shelter up at the stack?"
Down on the below the Beachcombing Border Collie couple were beginning their search.
Beach Buoy watched rainfall cross the river.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A Lone Gull alone.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north with the water's edge for company.
The tide had gone out enough to expose the wreck once more.
The wreck today.
The Dashing Doodle Dog came to say hello.
Under closer inspection it appeared to be more cartoon than doodle.
Big Paws and Ears.
Team Muzzled Dog headed north.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
Another distant wave was dispatched.
BEACH BUOY.
