Monday Morning.
It had been raining as Beach Buoy prepared to head for the beach.
He left Another Dog behind.
She is not keen on rain.
He arrived at 6-58.
The rain had stopped.
It would come and go as the walk progressed.
He went down onto the beach.
It was still quite dark.
Beach Buoy had a green flashing light attached to his beach bag, because he is who he is.
By torchlight, he searched for five suitable stones.
The torch was a prize from one of his jobs for some safety related suggestion.
The rain did return.
The wind from the west was very mild.
He headed south.
The tide was well out.
The rain was going from dunes to the sea.
He cut across to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 -22.
He patted
THE
stone.
He reached into his beach bag.
He scattered the five suitable stones onto the stack.
Five more.
To the west, a crane boom looked festive.
It was the start of December after all.
He had a stand and think.
The rain stopped.
The mild wind blew as is trying to dry and right the wrongs of the rain.
"See you mate."
He headed back to the beach below.
Lots of sand had gone.
This odd pipe was about waist height.
At other times it is completely buried.
The Beachbcombing Border Collie Couple set off on a strand-line search.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead, waiting to chat and head back to The Esplanade with Beach Buoy.
As they walked and talked, Team Muzzled Dog gave distant waves as they headed south by the sea.
The waves, as always were returned.
BEACH BUOY.
