Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked in Sandy Car Park.
That's the name of the Car Park behind the Golf Club.
This morning it was a VERY Sandy Car Park what with all of the wind-blown sand.
It was 7-35.
They headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A slight mist hung in the air.
It was a mild morning.
Team One Black Ear were to the south.
A Crow chanced his arm or wing or whatever it is that Crows chance.
It wanted some food.
Beach Buoy placed a line of seed on the beach before moving on.
They caught up with Team One Black Ear.
They walked and talked their way south.
They dawdled a little.
The Lady with a White Dog and a Black Dog overtook them.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on towards the low level route.
Tons of sand must have gone?
They reached Stubborn Dock Stack.
He had already laid two sturdy stones at the base of the small slope as part of the on-going sea defences.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-06.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
Stone.
He added five more.
Time flies.
Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.
He watched the waves like some who sit and watch the flames of a fire.
The Sea Serpent Marker was taking a bit of a battering.
Team Muzzled Dog came along.
They had walked the "Easy" route, up the big slope to the north.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy told them of his plans to take the ghost fishing gear to the Esplanade.
Waffle...
They set off to the north.
Beach Buoy, Another dog,the rope and floats.
It wopuld be a little rocky to start with.
Others turned and headed back.
Perhaps it was the sight of Beach Buoy and his entourage heading north that made them turn?
