Wednesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-15.
They headed to the beach access ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
There was a man stood near to the sand out of your shoes bench.
He had folded some plastic to provide a dry seat on the wet bench.
Then he gave a weather forecast for the day ahead.
He collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
Out in the Bay, The Sea Serpent Twisted on the surface of the calm sea.
Figures from the north caught up.
The man with the dashing dog walked by the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked and talked their way to the grey rocks with the man who once had four dogs.
The leader of the remaining three, the black one is fifteen years old.
At the start of the grey rocks Beach Buoy and Another Dog too the low level route.
On the beach below, the man who has three dogs made his way to Sand Martin Corner.
Nice chap.
Nice dogs.
They had a stand, stare and think,
