Tuesday morning.
It was still dark.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-35 a.m.
Although it was dark, the glow to the south was glorious.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wore flashing green lights.
The tide was well in.
There was a breeze from the south west.
Beach Buoy could see red flashing lights to the north.
It will have been the 7 a.m. club.
He lit the torch on his phone, using it to give a distant wave.
They continued south.
A figure walked the water's edge.
Their dog had a green flashing light too.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy paused to make notes in his beach book.
The white pages glowed orange.
It was really was wonderful.
You would have loved it.
Up ahead, the water's edge figure paused to photograph the sky.
Beach Buoy paused too.
He looked at the sea and the Misty Moon above the dunes.
Beach Buoy counted his early morning blessings.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
it was 7 05 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more that were suitable.
He added another.
A generous gift.
Up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
He had a a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an Elevated view.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
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The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy met up with Team One Black Ear.
They walked and talked their way to the north.
The Young Lady with a Yorkshire Terrier headed south, the chatted briefly.
The man who once had four dogs headed south too with three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog headed south too.
"Morning,"
"Morning."
Heading Back.
Another Dog leads the way back.
Waves were wonderful.
Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
