It was 4-28 when they reached the beach car park.
Unsurprisingly, the car park was empty.
Beach Buoy placed Stubborn Dog into his beach bag.
He slung a garden spade over his shoulder, he had made a makeshift carrying strap for the occasion.
He set off to carry out the task in hand.
Hi-Ho Hi-Ho etc
At least three of the seven dwarves names would be a fitting title for Beach Buoy.
A Milky Moon watched from over the dunes .
A CCTV Camera from over the car park watched them head down the beach access ramp.
Visibility was very poor, saying that he could see the Moon!
He headed to the water's edge.
To the North much of the village had been claimed by greyness.
To the south; nothing but Grey.
The 4-38 am "Sunrise." came and went unnoticed.
Out to the east, Invisible Gulls called out over a hidden sea.
Only the final beach-broken waves were on show.
He continued south.
The stack came into view.
Beach Buoy dug down deep.
The fog-damp sand seemed to hold well.
He placed his mate's ashes into the hole.
He placed some rocks above, before back-filling the hole with sand.
He shuffled sand around with his feet as he wondered what anyone would think if they could see him; they couldn't.
He added more large stones that will eventually make a ring around the stack. Heavy stones, difficult to move.
Beach Buoy sat on the dune edge.
He drank his coffee and pondered about things.
He had hoped for a golden sunrise to see his mate off, but to be honest the foggy grey morning was just about perfect.
Skylarks sang over the dunes behind him.
A Sand Martin did a fly-past from gloom to gloom.
Warmer air drifted across the beach, the fog cleared slightly.
He picked up a small stone, kissing it before placing it on the stack and choked out an audible "Goodbye."
He collected a couple more large stones for the stack before setting off North.
It was hard saying goodbye for the first time.
Beach Buoy turned to look back at the south constantly as he travelled northwards, in the faint hope that he would see his mate's image; he didn't.
The stack was out of view all too soon.
He went back to the van.
He made another coffee.
"What now?" Morrissey seemed to ask.
Beach Buoy isn't sure to be honest.
He photographed some found finds.
He sat and had a think.
He took the van and Morrissey back to base camp.
He headed out on his bike.
Beach Huts....
Sea glass sculpture, Seaton Carew Promenade.
BEACH BUOY.
