They arrived in the car park at 5-45 am
On went the kettle.
Time for half a cup in a full cup.
The kettle boiled quickly with just enough in.
The half cup was drank and off they went.....
It was dull and overcast.
As they left the van a white car pulled up.
A Blonde lady and a dark haired man stepped out and headed for the dunes and maybe hopefully a visible sunrise?
The man carried something as he walked.
There were a few people dotted along the water's edge waiting for the sun to show.
The white car couple sat together on the dune edge with snacks.
The man raised his arm in a nasty party type salute; he was a member of the selfie party.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge.
No full visible sun today.
Beacon.
Full sun or not, it was still a wonderful start to the day.
A dead Seagull was beak-down in the sand.
It looked like some dare devil acrobatic show had gone horribly wrong?
Attention!
The Dark Sea was a contrast to the bright sky.
A Darker Sea by Liz O'Neill.
They headed up to the stack.
They stacked the stack after rebuilding it.
Someone had removed 119 stones; Yes, Beach Buoy counted as he replaced them all .
Then it was back to the beach to gain access to Sand Martin Corner.
After a mooch it was time to go to North Gare Beach
aka The Blue Lagoon.
A strip of sea coal looked like a laid road.
They searched the riverside shingle before sitting to record today's finds.
A curious but camera-shy seal swam nearby by, as Stubborn Dog took a nap.
There was a deep dull sound in the bay, like a fog horn but not a fog horn.
Perhaps it was the usually shy Sea Serpent calling for a mate?
It was that time of year after all.
Eventually Beach Buoy scrambled to his feet and stretched a cartoon stretch; a proper big over exaggerated stretch.
They said goodbye to the river after a restful stop; some stolen time.
The Bay had changed during their short absence.
Colder.
Rougher.
Busier.
The Bay had the sound of a rushing waterfall although there wasn't one for miles.
Beach Folk.....
A slow walk back.
Then it was back to the van for a full cup of coffee this time.
The kettle whistled.
Coffee was made.
BEACH BUOY.
