Beach Buoy had been up ages.
He had been doing drawings at 5-30 a.m.
If it was Summer they would have been at the beach already.
Another Dog sat near the front door.
She likes to sleep there, in her pink bed.
But now she was looking at the thermal cup of coffee and Beach Buoy's beach notebook, wondering just when they were going to set off.
Beach Buoy faffed on, but eventually he and Another Dog were beach-bound.
They arrived in the car park at
7-35 a.m.
It was beginning to lighten a little.
No need for torches today.
A lady with a very large knitted hat walked the promenade.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sea.
The tide was well out.
There was a breeze, a breeze much cooler than yesterday's.
Beach Buoy looked out across the sea.
Large lumpy clouds hung in the bay.
They headed south as a figure up in the dunes seemed to watch their walk progress?
They headed down to water's edge once they had passed around two hundred Gulls that were stood at the edge of the sea, waiting for more daylight, before setting off.
They walked the water's edge for a while, pausing to shout
"HAPPY NEW YEAR !"
across to the Sea Serpent.
A distant wave later and they were heading for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Mr Gunn / Nunn was heading along the beach, closer to the Strand line.
They had a brief half distant chat.
"See you later."
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones.
"Morning Mate."
he added stones
he patted
THE
stone.
He pulled up two hoods, it was more exposed up in the dunes.
The Beach Combing Border Collie Couple.
walked as far as the stack then headed back north.
Two Brightly Coloured Joggers jogged along.
They spoke loudly almost out of breath.
"So you are going to go at six?"
Increasing distance and the sound of the sea took the answer away.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the North Gare Pier.
A dog-less man headed north.
They watched as a small red ship left Port.
They headed back.
The sun rose above the Pier.
Shafts of sunlight radiated up into the sky.
Their sunshine shadows walked ahead as they dawdled along the stretches of shingle looking for finds.
As they left the beach, the Village Church Bells rang for 9 a.m.
They sat in the van a while.
It had been fresh and blustery walk.
BEACH BUOY.
