Beach Buoy had gone to bed at 12-40 a.m.
At 4-30 a.m. Another Dog ran upstairs and decided to let Beach Buoy know it was time to be up.
4-50 a.m Beach Buoy was downstairs.
A Lone Gull cried or laughed overhead.
Like people, it can be a fine line between the two.
Kettle on.
Teacake in toaster.
Apart from the dark early nights, another downside of this time of the year is the wait for daylight / sunrise; it was three hours away.
Borrowed Dog was in the building for the weekend, he wasn't familiar with these early starts.
The dog curled up like a cat on one end of a sofa and slept.
Now that Stubborn Dog had gone, Borrowed Dog was becoming the elder statesman.
Time Flies....
Beach Buoy recalled when Borrowed Dog was a pup, wanting a carry in Beach Buoy's beach bag on beach walks with
Stubborn Dog; The Three Amigos.
Although Stubborn Dog was usually a couple of metres behind.
It was 5-30 a.m.
Another Dog mirrored Borrowed Dog on an opposite end of the sofa; Bookends.
Beach Buoy sat on another sofa, arms folded waiting for time to tick and tock.
He tried to nod.
He leaned against the end of the sofa.
He didn't curl up like a cat.
It was more of a slump, looking like a pile of washing that had been stacked, coloured co-ordinated ready for the washing machine.
6-25 a.m. time to sharpen the beach book pencil.
Beach Buoy was pleased that the pencil was decreasing in size.
He had a large amount of pens and pencils.
It was a good feeling to know that they were being put to use.
The kettle was boiled and thermal mugs filled with coffee.
7-20 a.m.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed towards the beach access ramp as a head-lit walker headed off into the dunes.
A head-lit jogger trotted by, along the promenade.
They reached the beach.
The tide was around an hour until low tide.
The strand line was very high, pushed up towards the promenade by a previous angry sea.
A Murder of Crows plotted their next attack down near the water's edge.
A Large Dog came bounding over, followed at speed by a lady.
"Sorry."
(Beach Buoy was in a two dog lead tangle.)
"It's O.K."
"He just wants to say hello to every Dog that he sees."
They went their separate ways after Beach Buoy untangled himself.
A Little Dog came bounding over, followed by a lady.
"Sorry."
"There's no need to be."
After a friendly dog stand off, they went their separate ways after Beach Buoy untangled himself once more.
Two joggers headed south.
They chatted as they jogged, albeit little out of breath.
Beach Buoy wandered down to the shingle patches.
He was rewarded with a sea alley.
Lovely sky blue.
The two vocal joggers returned to the north,
their voices passerby before they did.
There was a slight breeze.
The air was so cold.
Beach Buoy's hands almost prayed that he hadn't forgot to bring his gloves.
He stuffed moaning hands deep into the pockets of his old but but still bright orange coat.
They didn't stay in pockets long.
Beach Buoy had beach stones to collected for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
They headed in that direction.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added seven stones to his mate's Stack.
Beach Buoy drank from one of his thermal mugs; Coffee.
It was 8-06 a.m.
Beach Buoy looked out to sea.
Beach Fisherman fished down near The Sea Serpent Marker.
"See you Mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They continued the walk in a southerly direction.
Sand Martin Corner down by the North Gare Pier would be well worth a search today, what with all the shingle around.
Beach Buoy found a lovely patterned pottery handle.
As he searched Sand Martin Corner, Two Glorious Swans flew overhead, heading in a north westerly direction, over the dunes.
They were too quick to allow Beach Buoy to photograph them.
The sun came out, almost unnoticed by Beach Buoy as he had been busy shingle searching in the shadow of the North Gare Pier.
Sea coal twists.
Beach Buoy found a Large Whelk.
It still looked occupied.
Beach Buoy returned it to the sea.
The Three Rods.
The patterns in the sand were wonderful.
Nature is class.
They headed back to the van.
They headed back to coffee.
Back at base camp the Postman had been.
First was beach related book.
£3-62.
An old book, but excellent and in excellent condition too.
He had also added two new clips for the van's bike rack.
They old red ones were worn and had become slack.
The grey ones were a slightly different design .
They fitted fine, giving a reassuring click as they did so.
Today's sea alley was added to the collection on the bathroom window sill.
Beach Buoy.
