Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog drove to the beach car park.
They arrived at 7 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just crossing the car park on foot as they walked to the beach.
The man with the Rottweiler and a back pack passed by as Beach Buoy faffed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Getting colder now."
"Yeah."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the low level route.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning mate."
it was 7-34.
He patted
THE
stone,
He added five more.
They headed back north on the beach.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning, it's changed again."
"Yes but still O.K."
As they headed back, they stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
A quick "Morning." to the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the man who had shared his story.
Heavy and light topics.
They had a good chat and an update was given
Their paths crossed on The Esplanade.
"How do?"
"O.K., you?"
"Winter's here."
Not Not Beach Buoy and his little dog headed north.
Why Not Not Beach Buoy?
He always wore an Orange Coat.
He was called Not Beach Buoy.
Then other times he would wear a dark coat.
On those days, he was Not Not Beach Buoy.
BEACH BUOY.
