Wednesday morning at 7-09.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
The air was cold and still.
Someone to the north had the brightest and most orange of coats.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The half light was enough.
Beach Buoy had brought some sea pottery pieces.
He will begin to return them to the sea or for the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple to find.
He scattered near the strand line.
They would only end up in a skip when he's gone.
The sea still rumbled but it was much calmer than it had been recently.
He hadn't checked the tide times.
The sea seemed to be a canny way out.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
Hr patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was cold and wet.
It wasn't one of his better ideas.
He had a stand and a think.
No Crows today.
"See you Mate."
As he reached into his beach bag for the tub of seed, the Crow landed gently on one of the giant pencil posts.
The Crow was vocal as he waited for breakfast.
Beach Buoy scattered seed before leaving.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
Milo the Borrowed Dog was still in town.
They walked and talked their way north together.
They stopped to chat to the Sunderland Supporter.
They carried on to the north.Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.
They shared distant waves.
BEACH BUOY.
