Beach Buoy was parked up in the beach car park before 5 a.m.
The kettle was on.
He had parked with the back of the van facing the sea, so it made sense that the tailgate was up.
There wasn't a great view from the back of the van, thanks to the mist that was drifting out in the bay.
An early morning man and his early morning dog, headed down the access ramp to the beach just before Beach Buoy.
The Wind Turbines seemed to have disappeared?
The Headland was reduced to just looking like a long grey arm, stretching out to sea, perhaps in search of Dolphins?
Beach Buoy reached the water's edge.
It was a short walk, thanks to the height of the tide.
The beach to the north didn't look too busy.
Beach Buoy turned once more, continuing South.
The mist claimed the view and muffled the sound of the sea.
He continued south,
A man appeared from the misty south, before passing and heading to the misty north.
Beach Buoy still wasn't walking at full speed after being ill.
So it was no surprise to see the man and dog who had beaten him down the access ramp were already heading back.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"Like me eh? can't sleep?" came the reply.
"Yeah."
A short while later Beach Buoy was at Stubborn Dog Stack, stones in hand.
He placed the four stones onto the stack, filling any suitable gaps.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy's eyes filled up, yes again!
This was the first real maker that he could come and mourn at.
Mother and Father were just scattered by others in the Cemetery.
This was a fitting place for Stubborn Dog to be.
Ashes so close, but a universe away.
Beach Buoy wiped the moisture from his eyes and placed a wet fingerprint on
THE
dry stone.
A large man walked south, on the strand line, below the stack.
His two labradors; one black the other brown, were spooked by the sight of a lone Beach Buoy up in the dunes.
Shortly afterwards it was time for
"See you later Mate."
Beach Buoy stepped down onto the beach, waving at the stack as he headed off to the north once more.
He brushed back his hair with his hand.
His hair was damp, thanks to misty water droplets.
The tide had headed out a fair bit now, giving a wider and more comfortable walk back.
The mist had become thicker.
You could see a hand in front of your face, it was just a matter of double-checking whose hand?
He headed back to the van.
He made a fresh coffee.
A middle-aged man sat in a Black BMW, he seemed to be looking at the promenade wall?
A younger man sat in a Black Mercedes, looking at his phone.
A man dressed in camouflage clothing headed south on a bicycle ...
Or maybe the bicycle was riding itself?
Two grey-haired men crossed the car park, corner to corner on foot.
They were almost identical in appearance.
The young man in the Black Mercedes, started the engine, before driving around the car park at speed.
He went to the south end of the car park.
He parked up at stared at his mobile phone once more.
Four young ladies walked with determination, heading to the south end of the promenade.
People usually go to the end of the promenade wall and touch it before returning to the north.
They cut their walk a couple of hundred metres short.
Beach Buoy wondered if the young man in the Black Mercedes was the reason?
The sun broke through the mist.
Beach Buoy headed to the Promenade Wall to take a photograph.
A one man 7 a.m. club headed south down on the water's edge.
Mari the Poodle and her little white side-kick walked alongside.
BEACH BUOY.
