Beach Buoy woke at 4-10 am.
He knew sleep was over, so he headed downstairs and made a Coffee.
He wrote the blog about the AA Book of the Seaside as he sipped coffee and ate an all butter muffin with butter on top, which was melting on the warm, early breakfast.
He waited for beach time.
Beach time came.
It was still dark and it was misty.
They drove the short distance to the beach.
The beams of light from the LED street lights looked like spray from shower heads, thanks to the misty start to the day.
It was 7-20 am when they reached the damp car park.
Stubborn Dog wasn't keen and had to be carried to the beach.
They crossed the non-tidal part of the beach and it's thousands of foot, paw prints and stories.
Next it was the smooth tidal sands as they left the strand line behind and headed for a still distant sea; distant thanks to the low tide.
It was a mild day, there wasn't a breath of wind.
Gulls cried overhead in the mist.
Beach Buoy saw a Sand Eel on the sand.
He touched it gently to see if there was any sign of life, it jumped around like a jumping cracker firework.
He scooped it up and took it to the sea.
It was certainly full of life.
They went to stack Stubborn Dog Stack.
Someone had decided that the stack had been designated as a dog poo collection point.
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They headed back to the beach.
To the North the beach looked empty.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South ...
to NORTH Gare Pier... as you do.
They were met by a rumble of muffled industry, drifting across in the mist from the South side of the river.
North Gare beach is known locally as 'The Blue Lagoon.'
The 'Lagoon' had drained as the tide had receded.
A strand line of sea coal showed the position of the Lagoon, framing its position in black as if it were in mourning for the sea to return.
A lone bait-digger watched as a small ship sailed into the river.
A jogger jogged along the Pier then headed down close to Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog.
The jogger wasn't wearing usual jogging attire.
He wore a baggy jumper, three-quarter length shorts and black shoes.
He looked more like someone on the run than out for a run.
Two fishermen appeared on the Pier, when they realised that the tide was so far out, they cut across to the river edge, clambering over slippy rocks, with rods in hand.
Perhaps they need to but a Tide Table Booklet?
Beach Buoy beach cleaned the seal necklace and rubber bung from the river side, placing it in his bag with the other items he had already gleaned from the sandy shore.
They crossed back onto Seaton Sands.
The mist looked like it had decided to stay all day?
A slow walk back took place.
BEACH BUOY.
