Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked down the beach access ramp at 6-30 a.m.
Beach Buoy had faffed a good ten minutes before leaving the van.
A couple headed down the beach access t just before them.
Two hoods went up.
The weather didn't really warrant it.
It just felt more comfortable that way.
The couple headed for the water's edge before heading north.
A man with a dog and a stick weren't too far behind.
The tide was high.
They headed South.
There was chill in the still air.
The sea was calm.
Beach Buoy was too.
He paused to look at the sea.
A three strong 7 a.m. club were to the south.
In time the 7 a.m. club approached.
They chatted a while.
They warned Beach Buoy about a prat down near the Grey Rocks.
He had two German Shepherds off their leads.
They had gone for Mari the big friendly Poodle and the Polar Bear-like white Retriever.
Both were o.k.
"Some people."
They said their goodbyes before heading off.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was then that Beach Buoy recalled a recent dream.
In it he had seen a Humpbacked Whale.
He looked out to sea, just incase.
Nope.
There was a camera-shy Seal and The Sea Serpent of course.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They began a slow walk back.
Once again the Very very wet Retriever appeared from the south.
They said hello.
They said goodbye.
Beach Buoy watched them head North at a quicker pace.
The Dog was going way out into the sea to fetch the thrown ball.
Even the seal wasn't out that far!
Beach Buoy smiled as the big dog was pushed back to land by the waves.
The Sun tried to shine.
It was a little like one of those early energy-saving light bulbs.
Light in a couple of hours.
Someone pointed out to Beach Buoy that in the photograph, there seemed to be a hand offering the Sun to the day.
Can you see it?
Team Muzzled Dog went by, heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
An Oldman with a base ball cap and a Yorkshire Terrier were next to travel the beach.
"Morning."
Silence.
As they approached the access ramp, Dottie Dog and her mam were just heading into the beach.
They had a grand chat.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the van.
He could see the lady who walks a route so she can check the parking meters for returned coins.
She was walking alone.
Her long-time companion, a Border Collie had gone.
She stuck to her regular route.
No change there then.
Beach Buoy had his buried in his beach book and phone
He looked up to see Dottie Dog heading home.
BEACH BUOY.
