Beach Buoy arrived at Sandy Car Park
at 6-27 a.m.
It was as dark as night.
There was a warm wind blowing from the south west.
He set off with two torches and a driftwood name plate.
His Dad died at 56.
He would have been 100 today.
It was darker down on the beach, away from the the lights of the Esplanade.
He located five suitable stones.
He headed south towards Stubborn Dog Stack, the destination for the driftwood nameplate.
The first signs of daylight began to show as he walked the water's edge.
It was 6-45.
It looked as thought the tide had just turned from high.
He made his way along the low level route.
The sky to the south began to show an orange glow.
It was still over half an hour to Sunrise.
He managed to collect two sturdy stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-54.
He patted
THE
stone.
He rested the driftwood up at the stack .
He added the five suitable stones.
He scattered seeds.
The wildlife water bowl was fine.
He took out his screwdriver and screws.
He fitted the driftwood facing the sea
It should last a while.
It has had plenty of coats of varnish.
He will do the same for his mother in three years time, if he is still alive.
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"See you mate, see you dad."
Beach Buoy made his way back to the beach.
He headed north.
No torches required.
Electric lights not sunlight lit the seafront houses.
A man went south with his large white sea-loving dog.
"Don't eat the seaweed!"
A hooded lady went south too.
Eyes on her phone as her brown doodle dog frolicked.
Beach Buoy headed to the car park.
He had to go.
He left the brightening sky behind.
BEACH BUOY.
