Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Sandy Car Park at 6-04 a.m.
Drizzle filled the wind from the south west.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple had just set off along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
He pulled up his one, but waterproof hood.
He was wearing a wooly hat too.
A small ship headed for the Fiver Tees.
It was about high tide.
The sea wasn't wild.
It was rippled by the wind.
It folded quite calmly onto the beach.
Little Terns were going along the water's edge.
It must be harder to see their catch when the sea is so rippled?
In no time at all the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Crows that had been circling above Stubborn Dog Stack landed nearby on the grey rocks.
They seemed to monitoring Beach Buoy's progress to the stack?
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence pile.
They climbed the small slope.
One of the posts had been pulled out.
Beach Buoy knew that the most recent one was the most likely to go. It was well in the sand but even hammered in, a trial tug by Beach Buoy and it would give.
Anyway ...
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-34.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
He looked around for the post.
Scum are lazy.
It shouldn't be far.
He could find it.
He did find a large painted stone from the stack that had been thrown into long grass and sea buckthorn.
Some nasty people about.
He returned the heart-shaped stone to where it belonged.
He had a sit and a think, trying to weigh people up.
At least the drizzle had stopped.
"See you mate."
Back to the low level route.
The waiting Crows flew to the stack and breakfast.
Beach Buoy had placed a temporary driftwood stick into the hole left behind from the stolen one.
People and their dogs led the way back.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Yesterday's sea swimmer readied himself for a swim under a cloudier sky today.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He pointed his phone up at the sky.
Two headed inland.
Dylan the Dog was heading down the access ramp with his owner.
"Morning."
"I had to go back for my hat.
Wearing a hat in June!"
Beach Buoy emptied his beach clean into an Esplanade Bin.
Five plastic bottles.
Three cans
One half of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They stopped to chat and inform Beach Buoy that Alfie, their Lovely Border Collie had broken a toe.
Alfie often turns in tight circles.
Doing this on grass seems to have broken it.
No beach for four weeks.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Dasher the Muzzled Dog as they chatted.
Beach Buoy.
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