Beach Buoy had woke at work o'clock ... 5-20 am
He made coffee and a toasted teacake, before heading to the computer to correct a couple of blog auto corrects that were not correct at all.
Stubborn Dog slept soundly, the sound was that of a snoring drunken sailor.
He checked the sunrise times.
Every weekend now it will be 15 to 20 minutes earlier than the last.
So today it was around 6-45am.
By 6-26 am they were walking on sand.
A family of four followed in not so hot pursuit.
The incoming sea claimed a sand bank that Seagulls had called home as daylight gradually came to the beach.
They all took flight.
A Beach-found crab pot marker staked a claim to the dunes.
Placed by the sea.
No footprints nearby.
The sun rose unseen by Seaton Carew eyes.
At 6-55 am they stacked the stack.
They headed for the river through the dunes.
Before leaving Seaton Sands, Beach Buoy placed some finds for others to find should they want them.
They climbed the dunes.
From the Pier, the Bay looked little dramatic.
They headed down to the riverside.
Half a dozen fishermen fished the pier end.
Half a dozen Cormorants fished the River.
They cut back through the dunes.
They stood a while, listening to the Skylarks.
They walked back, passing a lady with a face mask on her chin,
As they reached the van, the sun made the briefest of appearances.
BEACH BUOY.
