Beach Buoy had gone to bed after 1 a.m.
He woke at 3-50 a.m.
He went downstairs and reclined in a chair of the same name.
He laid dozing, drifting like an untied boat.
He could hear the noisiest boat in the world travel down the River Tees.
It was 5-20.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 5-40 a.m.
A lady on the water's edge looked out to sea as a Fog Buzzer sounded out across the Bay.
Fog Horn sounds more atmospheric, but this was just an electronic buzzer, it sounded nothing like a horn.
A cyclist headed towards them, south, as they crossed the promenade to reach the beach access ramp.
His front cycle lamp shone brightly in the early morning dimness.
Beach Buoy wondered if it had been purchased at the same outlet that
Rhod Gilbert had bought his torch
"With the power of a million candles."?
They headed down the access ramp.
Hugo, the Distant Wave Lady's Dog, came bounding over.
He is a Rescue Dog from Greece.
He stood with his two front paws on the low, sloping wall that runs along side of the ramp.
A perfect height for a full-blown shoulder scratch.
Then he was off to catch the Distant Wave Lady and her Mother who were off in the distance.
They made their way to the water's edge.
The sky ranged from grey to a blushed pink as the horizon waited to put on the latest performance of
The Sunrise; a ballet.
The tide was high.
They headed south, close to the water's edge, picking and tip-toeing their way through the mounds of storm-torn seaweed.
The smell of the seaweed always instantly takes him back to a childhood holiday in Douglas, Isle of Man.
There seemed to be a large wildlife presence.
The sun cleared the low, horizon hugging cloud.
It gave a glorious light.
A sea-diving bird seemed to step into the sunlight to dry its wings a little?
A seal joined them on their journey south.
A very big Seal !
Terns dropped like stones in search of breakfast, before emerging, triumphantly.
They continued south.
Hundreds of Gulls seemed to have the same idea?
Beach Buoy picked up a few suitable stones, as they both headed up towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy placed the beach-found stones before patting
THE
stone.
He called out verbally for Stubborn Dog to come and join them for sit and think.
They
"all"
went just beyond the dune edge to watch the sea.
Beach Buoy placed his thermal cup of coffee down onto one of the many beach cup-holders that line the beach and ....
watched the sea.
It was a day off.
No rush.
Eventually and reluctantly they headed back to the north.
The sun's heat was making its presence felt as they walked the walk.
A man approached from the North with his small dog.
It was Benn Gunn / Wilfred Nunn.
They chatted a chat before saying farewell.
As Beach Buoy walked back he thought about how pleased he was about the amount of wild life today; company for Stubborn Dog when he couldn't be there for him.
They returned to the van.
Beach Buoy cracked open another thermal cup of coffee as he checked recent bits and bobs.
He headed off, with plans of another beach in the company of Borrowed Dog and Another Dog.
The day was too hot for Beach Buoy.
He stayed in and around the house.
Just enjoying the quiet,
no flameproof overalls,
no safety glasses,
no safety boots,
no earplugs,
no gloves.
He was a big fan of the big fan that rotated in the house.
Coffee and cooler drinks on tap as and when required.
A simple luxury but a luxury nonetheless.
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Beach Buoy returned to the beach on the evening .
It was 7-18 p.m.
It had been so hot and muggy.
The last beach tent of the day was still standing.
Bright Yellow.
Nearby someone flew a kite in the gloriously cool breeze that had thankfully arrived.
A metal deterorist searched for gold when it was up in the air behind him.
They all headed south.
A man walked the water's edge ahead of them.
He wore blue jeans and a wave-white T-shirt.
Perfect camouflage for water edge walking.
The cooling breeze was strong enough to make a once calm sea choppy.
They reached
Stubborn Dog Stack
at 7-50 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He placed beach-found stones onto the stack.
He stood enjoying the chill of the breeze after such a hot and stuffy day.
The Noisiest Boat in the world left
The River Tees.
It was followed by a Green Ship.
That in-turn was followed out to sea by a blue and white ship, three times that of the previous green one.
