They reached the beach car park at 7-23 a.m.
It was still as dark as 7-23 a.m....
Torch and another Dog clipped toBeach Buoy's beach bag.
The headed for an as yet unseen sea.
Beach Buoy could hear it.
It sounded a long way off, well out.
Invisible Gulls cried.
The Beach-combing Border Collie Couple
headed south on the strand-line.
Around one third of the way along the dunes the torch was switched off.
Light, a grey light was coming.
The light made it clear just how thick the fog actually was.
The Bay's Wind Turbines had gone has had the Headland, even Seaton Village itself was hidden in the fog.
Subborn Dog Stack
came into view.
"Morning Mate."
`Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone
before adding more.
They stayed a while with Stubborn Dog...
"See you mate."
They went South to North Gare Pier.
Two joggers jogged, then walked, then jogged once more.
It was foggy, no one would know.
The sea ran out as far as the eye could see.
Which today, to be honest wasn't very far at all.
A man and his Dog headed north.
A Large Gull chased a smaller Gull along the strand-line.
An Oyster Catcher blew for full time.
Apologies again for rubbish photograph quality.
BEACH BUOY.