Tuesday morning.
It was windy.
Beach Buoy left Another Dog behind.
He reached the Car Park alone at 6-34 a.m.
Two ships traded places.
River for sea.
Sea for river.
Beach Buoy headed south.
The wind on the beach wasn't too bad.
Another Dog could have come after all.
He collected five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club were just to the north.
They caught up.
Mornings and hugs were exchanged.
They chatted until spots of rain came on the wind.
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Beach Buoy continued south.
The orange sky turned to peach.
7-01
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added seven suitable stones.
He had lost count while collecting them.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He sat and thought.
On the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie walked as far as the grey rocks.
They returned to the north.
Team One Black Ear climbed up the small slope that leads from the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning John."
They chatted.
They returned to the beach below.
The work on North Gare Pier was on-going.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear was brushed.
Tufts of him tumbled to the sea.
They continued north, walking and talking.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie came from the north.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Alfie.
He made a point of giving a good scratch under the collar.
The little dog looked him in the eyes as if to say that's just the spot.
They went their own ways.
Time to go.
BEACH BUOY.
