Beach Buoy had climbed into bed at 12-34 am.
He checked the sunrise time on his phone; 4-32 a.m.
He set the alarm for 4-04 a.m.
The alarm did the job.
He drove into the usual car park at 4-25 a.m.
It was obvious that the Sunrise was not going to be too dramatic, so he drove onto the sea-front near to the Village Green.
He took some photographs and headed to the Promenade edge ready to take more.
Two lady swimmers looked up from the beach below as they were readying themselves for a swim.
They were as surprised to see him, as he was them.
He left them in peace and headed back to the van.
A flock of Geese played follow the leader.
Beach Buoy drove back to his normal parking destination, passing two teenagers sat on swings in sea-front play area as he did so.
The Sun appeared above the low cloud that had masked its rising a short while earlier.
A patient sunrise-seeker waited for the sun to come to him; it paid off.
Beach Buoy hadn't brought a coffee to go, so on went the kettle....
The steam from the coffee and the boiled kettle, sent swirls swirling into the van air.
Some may say that there was a Stubborn Dog look to the steam?
Who knows?
He had parked back-on to the sea view.
He had sat in the rotated front seat, looking out to sea with the rear door open.
By 5-15 a.m. he was on the beach.
Early morning light and heat from the sun warmed his face as he walked.
He headed south.
The Little Terns chattered to the North as a boat clattered to the South.
Three beach fishermen had set up, down by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy collected five stones as he headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate." as he patted and stroked "THE." stone.
He paused and thought for a while.
He wandered down to Sand Martin Corner as the low tide allowed beach access today.
He didn't stay long.
He was soon back at Stubborn Dog Stack with a heavy rock to add to the collection.
The fishermen cast their rods.
The distant wave lady, her Mother and dog had passed by.
They talked about the ones that got away; fish and women.
A vociferous flock of Geese flocked over the Dunes as Beach Buoy sat on the Dune edge.
He photographed some recent finds.
The distant wave Lady paused to chat to the beach fishermen.
Once she had passed the fishermen she took her Dog off its lead.
It came bounding over to Beach Buoy to say hello and have a stroke and scratch.
The Dog was sniffing around slightly puzzled as if saying
"Where's your mate.?"
The distant wave lady waved.
It was only 6-41 a.m.
He'd had two hours of Sunshine, sea, sand and space.
In the far off distance to the north he could see an early 7 am club beginning to head south.
He pulled up a hood and laid flat down in the sand.
The early morning Sun was hot, The Skylarks tuneful.
After a while he made a move.
More stones on the stack, watery eyes, puffing cheeks and he was off to the North.
He was joined by six Geese who had had the same idea about heading North.
The distant wave lady and 7 am club were chatting.
Mari the Big Friendly Poodle came running over for her neck scratch.
He went to the van.
There were two more VW vans in the car park.
A girl stepped out of one to take photographs of it and the male driver as he sat at the wheel.
Beach Buoy made a coffee.
Chocolate Pudding and her owner came by on route to catch up with the 7 a.m. club.
They chatted a while before they both set off to meet the friends;
human and canine.
Beach Buoy made the drink, drank it , before setting off....
He would be back later...
Beach Buoy returned to the beach at 7-20 p.m.
It had been red hot.
It was cooler now but still lovely.
A toddler called Eli toddled on the beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy went south.
Once more, a line of Bright White Motor-homes, were dotted long a distant South Gare Pier, like a line of washing, drying on a line.
He gathered five stone and climbed up the sandy dune edge...
"Hiya Mate."
He patted and stroked "THE" stone as he always did and he always would.
He sat on the dune edge.
He had brought Coffee.
He sipped it as he rubbed an imaginary Dog's head that was once so real.
Music drifted across the beach; The walk of life.
The skylark out-sung it.
Tall Thin Wind Turbines looked like figures that were trying to keep their balance on a tightrope.
A tilted head and outstretched angled arms.
The tide was well out.
The large expanse of beach was very quiet.
The evening Sun was hot.
To the South, Saltburn soaked up the sunshine.
Beach Buoy looked to the North.
He wondered where the sun would be setting, also where it would be rising.
He did a daft calculation of the amount of sunlight and that of the time between the Sun's fall and rise.
Beach Buoy went to the beach for another large rock for Stubborn Dog Stack.
He found a large heart-shaped rock and placed it so that it faced the sea.
"Night Night Mate."
With a wobbly bottom lip he headed back towards the van.
He kept looking back at the stack.
He was pleased that he could still see the stack from the waters edge.
The walk back was gorgeous.
It was 8-19 p.m. but the Sun was still radiating midday heat.
The light was lovely as it reflected on the wet sandy beach.
A refreshing breeze drifted across the beach once he had reached the dune edge.
Rusting steelwork from a far of time, exposed by the low tide and highlighted by the bright evening light.
Beach Cricket Match.
A new air-con system for the van...
Beach Buoy went and sat in the garden with a "Can of mucky Beer."
He laid on a swinging bench and watched the clouds drift by.
Some may say that the clouds had a Stubborn Dog look.
Who Knows?
Beach Buoy.
