It was 7-16.
It was overcast with a chilly breeze from the west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just leaving.
The person who walks the Car Park Perimeter wired to sound was doing so.
A Windswept Twitcher returned to his car.
They headed to the beach.
The Esplanade Cyclist passed by above them on the Esplanade as they headed down the beach access ramp.
"Morning!
"Morning."
The Little Terns chattered.
Dylan the Dog and owner were way to the south.
A Lady with with a Brown Doodle Dog walked the dunes edge and then the water's edge.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they made their way to the south.
Dylan and owner headed back.
"Morning."
"Morning, it's winter again."
A Lady walked south along the water's edge.
Sea wore one of those sea swimmer robes, long and camouflaged.
Phone in one hand, drink in the other.
She wandered to the dune edge and sat.
Another Dog stopped.
Let's be honest, it happens a lot.
Beach Buoy turned to see why.
A Jack Russell was stood about fifty metres away.
It stood like a statue.
As though it had been caught sneaking up for a sniff.
It reminded Beach Buoy of game they used to play on the streets of A block when he was a child.
Sly Fox.
The little dog returned to it's owner.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-47.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Other stones with names added had arrived.
As did another excellent Brakesy.
He had chosen driftwood over stone for this one.
So talented.
So kind.
Brakesy.
See his wonderful artwork via the link below.
He had a stand and think.
Spots of rain hit his cheek.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the crows.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Up ahead the camouflaged lady had set off north too.
She seemed to be using the height of the dune edge as shelter from the cold breeze?
As usual, Another Dog was on an extendable lead.
She won't come on command at all, not even in the house.
If she had her way or perhaps ideal birthday gift would a lead that extends from sofa to beach.
She would want the sofa end...
A man headed south.
His wooly hat and gloves were more suitable than the optimistic sunglasses that were pushed up on Beach Buoy's head
Back to the north.
The wreck was still on show.
The clouds above the village looked like they had been painted by an Artist.
An Artist who hadn't quite mastered how to capture clouds.
Not not Beach Buoy and his dog went by.
"Morning.'
"Alright now?"
"Champion."
He kicked a small ball for his dog to chase .
They turned at the start of the dunes back to the Esplanade as they always do.
Not not Beach Buoy.
If he wears his Orange coat, he his
Not Beach Buoy.
In civvies he is not not.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the car park.
They passed the Little Terns nest site as they did so.
BEACH BUOY.
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