Friday morning.
It was too wet and windy for Another Dog.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He reached the dark beach at 6-41.
The 7 a.m. were just coming up the beach access ramp.
They had chosen to walk back to the north along The Esplanade.
"Bit wild down on the beach."
Beach Buoy has no fear.
He headed for the sea.
He collected five suitable stones.
He headed south.
A strong, cold, rain-peppered wind blew off the sea.
Two hoods were up.
Hands were deep in pockets.
He knows the cold well, he just goes into auto-pilot.
Waves rolled in.
It was difficult to tell if the tide was going in or out.
He walked the low level route.
He climbed the small slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
An impatient wind rushed rushed ahead of him.
"Morning mate."
It was 7-12.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone..
He had a stand and think.
He watched the dune grass dance as the wind ran inland.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back.
Beach Buoy headed back too.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked the dune edge.
Her and her dogs were heading south.
The tide seemed to be going out.
The wind- assisted waves were reluctant to leave.
The man who once had four dogs went by with his three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Usually the three dogs are stretched out in a line like bunting that has seen better days.
Today, maybe due to the weather, they were in a tight group.
Beach Buoy spotted the wreck.
The tide was going out.
The Wreck today.
BEACH BUOY.
