Beach Buoy cleared the frost from the van before setting off for the beach.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-40 a.m.
There was around half a dozen cars already there.
Two cyclists cycled the promenade.
Silhouettes headed for the water's edge in the half light.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Gulls dotted a lightening sky.
In the distance, a pile driver thudded relentlessly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the shingle as they headed south.
A Crow crowed on the strand line.
The beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the strand line as a Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north near the water's edge.
Two Ladies with three dogs passed by.
"Morning."
Beach Buoy responded with a
"Morning."
Before showing off his distant wave technique at closer than usual quarters.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy pulled down the three hoods that he had up.
The air felt fresher, the sea was louder.
A smaller Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north; air mail.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed a slope on the dune edge.
Frozen footsteps in the sand made a handy staircase.
"Morning Mate."
He placed the collected stones onto the stack.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy took two stones from his beach bag, that he had collected at Crimdon.
He added them to the stack.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood looking out to sea as waves broke in front of the Sea Serpent Marker.
They turned to head to the
river.
"See you mate."
The sun cleared the hills to the south.
North Gare Beach.
Oyster Catchers stood at the edge of the blue lagoon.
Normally the stones at the edge of the river are piled up in a peak.
Rough seas had flattened them, shingle was scattered around.
A clay pipe fragment laid in the shingle.
They stood by the river a while as a dog walker walked his dog along the North Gare Pier.
They headed back.
The lagoon was edged with a ring of sea coal and an outer ring of frost.
The tide was well in.
It had peaked at 8-38 a.m .
The dune edge had taken a beating recently.
Dottie Dog was up at the dune edge, a lower section than that was hit by rough seas.
The dog owners chatted briefly.
The beach was filling up a little.
Beach Buoy sat in the van and watched the little people as they stood on the promenade wall, watching the yachts in the bay.
BEACH BUOY.
