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?
TO BE CONTINUED...
BEACH IS CALLING :-)
