Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-54.
A double Dog faff saw them step onto the beach as the Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
The Lady with a Dog called Dylan, led the way south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A Ship headed to the river.
The Lady with a White Dog and a Black Dog was up ahead.
They headed up the big slope.
It was a mild, overcast day with a light breeze from the south west.
The tide was about as far in as it was out.
The Lady with Dylan the Dog was heading back.
That chatted briefly about dogs.
Beach Buoy and the Dogs made their way to the low level route.
The breeze picked up.
Beach Buoy was in a bit of a grump.
He just felt like sitting on the sand, one hundred miles from anywhere.
He added two sturdy stones to the base of the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-26.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood a while with the dogs.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route.
Skylark song overhead lifted his spirits.
Another ship headed to the busy river
The breeze picked up.
It made it feel.like rain was on the way.
Tiny people to the south walked the beach in dark clothes.
Shadows out for a walk.
They continued north.
A reluctant looking Jogger did the same along the water's edge.
A colourful coat arrived.
Hope after all.
Two Crows landed, wanting breakfast.
Beach Buoy obliged.
Two became sixteen.
They really should go on Seaton has got Talent.
BEACH BUOY.
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