Beach Buoy woke around 5-20 a.m
He shuffled downstairs.
He filled the kettle.
He boiled the kettle.
"OK Google, play Radio Cornwall."
Beach Buoy drank coffee as he messaged Cornwall
Cornwall said "Hi back."
Beach Buoy waited until there was a hint of light out in the bay.
They set off.
The roads were frosty, as white as Christmas.
Oddly the van's windscreen was just damp, not frosted.
They reached the beach car park at 7-07 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog hadn't been to the beach for nine days thanks in the main part to covid.
In fact the last visit to the car park had been to have a PCR test at the mobile testing centre, that calls the beach car park home.
Like the roads the beach sand was sprinkled with a dusting of frost although the sand was soft underfoot.
Invisible Gulls cried.
A visible Beach Buoy sighed.
Nine days away felt too long.
They headed south along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy noticed a couple of figures approaching quickly from the north, also at the water's edge.
It was the Beach combing Border Collie Couple.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved up to the dune edge to let them have space and a clutter free water's edge.
The couple passed, searching as they went south in the half light.
The dune edge looked as if it had taken another battering while Beach Buoy and Another Dog had been absent.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog waited for the couple to complete their search.
They then continued on their way.
Up ahead steam rose from a warmer sea in a cooler air.
Beach Buoy gathered up some stones for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy placed the beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Sorry Mate."
Beach Buoy felt out of sync with things.
Beach Buoy watched the thirty or so wind turbines turn slowly but surely as one.
"See you Mate "
They headed back to the beach.
A beach brick caught Beach Buoy's eye.
People were heading to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north.
The sun cleared the hills.
The Sun gilded some sea front windows in early morning gold.
A Man and a Spaniel strode south.
The Sun climbed higher.
The light was so welcome.
A jogger jogged by.
Two ladies headed south, coffee cups in hand both wearing Eskimo Hoods.
It was good to be out.
The sea steam glowed.
A lady in bright yellow Wellington Boots walk in and on the water's edge.
She beach combed, paused to take photographs and paused to put finds in her rucksack.
Birds crossed the bay, their flight path matching the rise and fall of the waves.
They passed a Murder of Crowd as the crossed the strand line.
The village church bells rang out
for 8-30 a.m.
The Covid Test Site was setting up.
Testing for Murder of a different type.
Time to go,
Could stay all day,
Stuff to do,
As they say.
Later it was football time.
Park up at non historic, Historic Quay.
Stubborn Dog came to watch.
BEACH BUOY.
