Friday Morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
Another Dog is recovering from an operation as is Beach Buoy's wallet.
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He reached the beach access ramp at 6-55 a.m.
It was still dark.
There was a quite mild wind from the south west.
It was so mild that two hoods came down.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones by torchlight
It was difficult to accurately judge the height of the morning's tide.
He headed south along the water's edge.
The sea was fairly calm.
He headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-21.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five more that had been deemed to be suitable.
He studied the stack by torchlight.
Looking north.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The Marram Grass danced in the torch spotlight.
"See you mate."
They slipped their way down the small slope, back to the low level route.
They headed back to the north.
He stopped to Chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
Excellent Dog Alfie was there too.
They had Thursday Basil with them tpp,
ON A FRIDAY!
They headed off in opposite directions.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy headed to the Esplanade.
He spotted Hugo, the Dog with One Black Ear.
He looked over the wall to chat to the dog.
Later on The Esplanade, he chatted to his owner.
BEACH BUOY.
