Beach Buoy and Another Dog left for the beach just after 6 a.m.
Fine rain drifted through the air.
Beach Buoy placed Another Dog in the van,
He returned to the house to fetch thermal mugs of coffee for later.
He noticed the first Daddy-long-legs of the year, clinging to the doorframe of the front door.
And so it begins.....
Van loaded, they set off for the short drive to the beach car park.
They passed the Golf Club on the way.
A damp flag hung from the flag pole like a forgotten towel left overnight a washing line.
They reached the car park at 6-10 a.m.
A Large Gull stood proudly at the top of a Promenade Lamp, looking like some splendid art installation.
They headed for the beach.....
They headed south.
A distant discussion was taking place.
It was the (Early) 7 a.m. club, chatting to a couple with a severe case of double Border Collie, regulars who don't feature on the blog much.
They don't mess about much.
Park.
Walk.
Car.
A beach version of bish bash bosh.
The tide was a good way out.
It was as mild as it was muggy.
The Distant Wave Lady and Her Mother waved.
Beach Buoy waved back.
Hugo their Dog didn't stay so distant.
A neck scratch later and he was gone... into the distance.
The 7 a.m. club passed, heading back.
Mari the Big Friendly Poodle had a neck scratch as they chatted.
Another Dog bounced up and down on her two back legs,
saying
Me!
Me!
Me!
in dog talk.
They had all warmed to her already, another Another Dog photograph was taken.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Beach Buoy collected a few beach stones for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
They took the easy route.
"Morning Mate."
He scattered the beach stones then patted
THE
stone.
They went to sit on the dune edge and watch the sea.
"Sit" being a bit of an exaggeration it was more a
half sit / half parachute roll... sand everywhere!
Luckily the dune edge comes fitted with cupholders.
They sat and had a think.
Another Dog seemed to be thinking.
"Never seen anyone sit like that before!"
A Lone Crow landed on some nearby driftwood.
It stood there as proud and regal as a bird of prey on a fencepost, after a catch.
Even more proud than a Gull on a Promenade Lamp.
They had the beach to themselves for almost half an hour.
Again it was if people knew to let them be.
Standing back up was a similar palaver.
A parachute roll in reverse.
"See you tomorrow mate."
Beach Buoy waved to the stack.
As if on cue, a figure appeared in the dunes, heading north.
People.
They began a slow walk back.
A smudge of mist rolled in at the north end of the beach, hiding the Village like a secret past.
Multi- coloured twists of storm-torn seaweed lay on parts of the beach.
They looked like camouflaged army tunics, left by a retreating army.
An army keen to hide their original allegiance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog retreated to the van.
It was Coffee with a breakfast
Name That Tune.....
Ring Ring
by
ABBA.
He returned to the Van and Another Dog.
BEACH BUOY.
