Saturday morning.
Another Dog was out for the count.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He reached the beach at 7-22.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading home.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
There was hardly a breath of wind or even a whisper of a breeze.
He headed south.
Up ahead, a man and dog.
Then another.
Then another.
A hint of sunlight to the south.
Hugo!
The Dog with One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy chatted to John, his owner.
Hugo led the way north.
Beach Buoy continued to Stubborn Dog Stack.
More light came.
Glorious Colours.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-49.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
A jogger jogged on the beach below.
The light at the river mouth was lovely.
Not many to the north.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy stood to go.
Back to the beach.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Some regulars rarely make it onto the blog.
There was one such man ahead.
He has a black dog.
The dog has one ear up, the other down.
They had possibly only said "Morning" once to one another.
The man came over.
"Where's your dog?"
Beach Buoy explained the situation.
The man went on to say that he had been diagnosed with cancer.
He discussed his worries, his fight ahead.
"Do you do your poo test every two years?"
"Yes."
"Good lad."
Beach Buoy wished him all of the best.
They fist bumped.
Here was another man just short of retirement age battling cancer.
He had a black dog like Geoff did
He watched the man walk into the sunrise with his dog.
Beach Buoy headed back north.
He took of his hat and cried.
So lucky.
Poor man.
Poor Geoff.
A lady and her Border Collie walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy felt honoured that the man had shared his story.
It did knock the stuffing out of him for a while.
The man had dragged himself out of bed and wanted to live to see Sunderland play in Europe.
GOD BLESS MATE.
BEACH BUOY.
