"Shall we go catch the sunrise?"
She wasn't impressed.
She enjoyed it once out.
It was just before the sunrise when they arrived.
5-24.
Little Terns filled the air.
Gulls filled the car park.
It is free until 9 a.m.
Jackpot.
5-27.
They headed towards the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
There was a very light breeze from the south west.
Out in the bay, the turbines blades seemed to face and turn to a different breeze?
The tide was a canny way out but the Seaton Carew Wreck was still all at sea.
The Sun cleared the horizon.
The Sun seemed to have put it's hat on.
Hip hip hip ...
There they were 5-38, sunglasses on and sunshine shadows for company.
Windows of Gold and a missing one in the attic.
A glance back to the north.
It was a clear sky.
Beach Buoy wandered along with his head in imaginary clouds.
They headed south towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Skylarks sang clearly over then dunes.
Their song lifted already high spirits.
Best part of the day.
The tide was gradually heading out.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They made their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two Sturdy Stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 5-58.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds incase he forgot to later.
Sit and think, with a coffee.
His mind switched to his mate Geoff.
He did make work fun.
Work days and Geoff days are gone now.
Breaktimes were a laugh.
Like comedy sketches.
They would rerun them over and over again.
They both knew their roll.
It could be "Fresh fish!", Laurel and Hardy.
Sanity Clause, or "Get you tootsy frootsy ice cream.!", Marx Brothers.
Invisible ball in a paper bag, Morecambe and Wise.
Sometimes it was their own "material."
Beach Buoy recalled one in particular.
Beach Buoy
"Tell you what job I'd like."
Geoff
"What's that?"
Beach Buoy
"The person who photographs clocks and watches for magazines."
Geoff
"Why's that."
Beach Buoy
"They only work one minute a day."
Geoff
"Eh?"
Beach Buoy.
"They must sit all day waiting for ten to two then go mad for a minute.
They always show them at ten to two."
Geoff
"They don't sit there!
They just move the hands you fool.
It's not hard!"
Back at the stack, Beach Buoy laughed out loud
He could hear Geoff say it.
It was followed by silent tears.
On the beach below, the Council Tractor headed south.
It had a bucket of beach stones.
Some sturdy, some suitable no doubt.
A Ship left the river behind.
To the north the Tractor was down by the grey rocks.
Team One Black Ear were on the beach.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
Oddly, there weren't many Sand Martins in the air today.
Beach Buoy used a rank traps as a coffee table for a short while.
He searched the nearby shingle as once again, on a clear day, a distant fog buzzer buzzed.
They headed back.
A Crow was up at Stubborn Dog Stack, making use of one of the giant pencils as a lookout post.
It pleased Beach Buoy.
They returned to the north.
Not off to see the Wizard but a shipwreck.
Meanwhile back in Kansas...
A Crow asked for the password.
Beach Buoy bribed it with some of the remaining seeds.
A twitcher twitched.
The twitcher and his large camera headed to the wreck then north.
The wreck today.
A lovely start to the day.
BEACH BUOY.
