Monday morning.
6-48 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived .
A Jogger was jogging around the dark car park.
It had been raining heavily overnight.
They headed down the wet beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach with his torch.
He located five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
There may have been a hint of the northern lights once more?
They headed to the water's edge.
It was a short walk today.
The tide was well in.
They headed south.
There was a strong wind from the north east.
It wasn't as cold as one would expect on a dark and windy November morning.
Beach Buoy pulled down his two hoods.
It was good to be alive.
Feel the wind.
Watch the waves.
Breath.
Nothing is taken for granted.
The tide was making its way out.
There was a figure behind them to the north.
It turned out to be Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.
Beach Buoy hadn't recognised them as they came south in the half light.
Alfie was wearing a new coat and flashing red collar.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog that was as smart as a carrot.
The owners chatted before going their own route.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
They climbed the small sandy slope that led to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-15.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five stones that he had deemed to be suitable.
Ruby.
He had a stand and think.
He remembered the past.
He savoured the present.
He wondered about the future.
Gulls hung in the air above the dune edge.
"See you mate."
With a glance and a wave back at the stack, they walked the low level route once more.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The remainder of the conversation was carried off into the dunes by the wind off the sea.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed south at the base of the dune edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
with accompanying waves.
A lovely morning.
The dashing dog with a touch of Doodle came to say hello.
The owners passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Clouds to the north suggested rain.
As usual, more Crows than Gulls on the beach once light had arrived.
Team Muzzled Dog approached.
They had the briefest of chats in passing.
Then they were dots in the distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the car park.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived as they left.
BEACH BUOY.
