It was a day off.
The gradual return to work continued..
Beach Buoy had been taking Tuesdays and Thursdays off.
This week it would be just Wednesday off.
Thankfully Wednesday's weather was much better than Tuesday's had been.
Beach Buoy had gone to bed after 1 a.m.
Beach Buoy is completely drained at the moment.
He needs to sit in the van for a week by the sea.
Just to sleep and wake to look at whatever the weather and a beach could conjure up.
Sunshine would relax him, rain on the roof would send him back off to much needed sleep.
He woke at 5-20 a.m.
(Work o'clock).
But today was a rest day.
By 5-55 a.m.
(Subaru O'clock.)
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were on the beach.
Another Dog was in the beach bag hitching a ride.
A Metal Dectorist searched for the misery of others just over the low car park wall, on the beach.
A couple sat with a blanket, a breakfast picnic and a yapping dog on the dune edge as they enjoyed the free-range egg sunrise.
The tide was so far out that it looked as if had applied to rejoin the E.U.
To the south of the bay the Wind Turbines turned ever so slowly.
Another Dog was walking when she wanted to, but she did like travelling in the beach bag when needed.
6-30 am.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added beach stones and patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy reflected like the sun on the wet sand down below on the beach near the water's edge.
Morning dew clung to the Tall Marram Grass like dawn diamonds.
"See you mate,
mumtuk.....
miss you more than you know."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north.
The early 7 a.m. club had cut short their walk.
They were already walking back.
A man with a dog passed in the opposite direction, he was a bit of a beach regular.
Beach Buoy had named him Ben Gunn.
If you saw him you would know why.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They continued in opposite directions.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
The light changed as the sun found shade.
The tide began to reclaim the beach.
Sea water poured in, to claim the low points of the sculptured beach.
The sunlight returned to watch a ship sail into the River Tees, between the two Gares; North and South.
Up on the dune edge, the sunrise seekers shook their beach blanket before folding it neatly.
Two paddle boarders returned to the car park, each with an inflated board under an arm.
Another Dog made herself comfortable on the back seat of the van, before nodding off to sleep.
Time for coffee and a spotty toasted teacake.
