Sunday morning.
Low tide at 9-22 a.m.
Beach Buoy drove to the beach with Another Dog.
It was 7-39.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the access ramp just ahead of them .
Got to love people who do this.
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Beach Buoy could see Team One Black Ear on the beach below.
He took a ball for Milo, their Borrowed Dog.
It was mild, slightly misty and damp.
Beach Buoy scattered some seed for Pushy Crows.
He collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy handed the ball to Team One Black Ear.
They walked and talked their way south.
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The Bay's Wind Turbines.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Up the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
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He took out stones that he had offered to place up at the stack.
He laid them out before spraying a few coats of varnish.
He sprayed some of The Brakesy stones too, to protect them.
They had a sit and a think as the varnish dried.
A Visitor arrived.
Breakfast time.
Beach Buoy placed the painted stones in and on the stack.
One of each on show, one hidden.
"See you mate."
Before leaving he scattered some seeds for the waiting Crow.
They headed back.
They walked north along the low level route.
Team Muzzled Dog were heading South up along the dune edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Back to the Village.
Rain began to fall.
Another shade of grey.
Back to the wreck.
People and Dogs.
Dogs and People.
The wreck.
It can't have moved so it was possibly an optical illusion?
The wreck seemed to be laying at a different angle to the Espalnade.
Like the aft, the end near to the sea had rotated to the south.
Must be just an illusion?
BEACH BUOY.
