Saturday morning.
Low tide 8-30.
High tide 14-29.
Sunrise 7-56.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
As they headed to the sea, street lights were being switched off all around them.
Beach Buoy had been up since 4 a.m.
In summer months they would have just gone to the beach at can't sleep o'clock.
They reached the beach itself at 7-48.
He would have gone directly to the wreck but a couple were standing nearby, possibly waiting for the sunrise?
The tide was well out.
There was a mild breeze from the south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back to the north.
They chatted for a while.
A bit of a catch up.
They went their own ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered over to Team One Black Ear, they were headed back home.
They chatted.
Team One Black Ear headed back towards the Village.
Milo the Borrowed Dog was still in the team.
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Beach Buoy returned ten pieces of sea pottery to the beach as they headed south.
It was a mild, misty and muffled morning.
Muffled and Misty sometimes walk hand in hand.
They began to head towards the low level route.
Up ahead, people and dogs seemed to stand in the reflected glow of a Reluctant Sun.
It looked like a scene from a film.
Maybe the scene used on an advertising poster?
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-28.
Another wonderful painted stone.
Brakesy.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view was soaked.
Beach Buoy stood watching the sea.
On the beach below a couple with a German Shepard walked the water's edge.
The was loving life as it squeaked a squeaky toy.
There was no Crow.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds .
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the small slope.
A Crow landed on the Grey Rocks just in front of them.
"The seeds up there mate."
Beach Buoy pointed up to the stack.
They and the Crow went to the Stack.
The Crow landed on the Giant Pencil.
The bird rocked backwards and forwards as it made Crow noises.
Beach Buoy scattered a little more seed before returning to the low level route.
They crossed some of the grey rocks before continuing their way south.
Up ahead, a man walked southwards too.
Lots of sand had gone.
Curves of wood and twists of rusting steel were on show for the first time in ages.
Driftwood marker up near the Tank Traps.
In the low Sun, Beach Buoy spotted a familiar silhouette heading north.
It was the very very wet Retriever.
"Hello there."
Beach Buoy held out a hand.
The dog was very very dry!
The owner arrived.
Beach Buoy asked if the dog was Boy or Girl.
"She's dry!"
We parked up there.
(North Gare. They hadn't been to the water yet.)
With that, the dry dog sat neck-deep in a deep rock pool.
"She's not dry now.
I'm on ten days off." added the dog's owner.
"I'm on 365 days off."
"Hope I get there."
They went their own way.
Beach Buoy had a mooch around Sand Martin Corner.
They returned to the north.
A young couple headed towards the village and a future.
A Jogger and his Dog trotted to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog approached the Wreck.
The wreck today.
Work in progress but paused for the weekend.
The beach tractor removes the sand that had built up against the Esplanade Wall, thanks or no thanks to the strong wind.
BEACH BUOY.
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