A day off.
The van needed an M.O.T and a service.
The alarm would have been set for 5-10 a.m. if it was a work day.
Beach Buoy woke at 5-50 a.m.
... a sleep in !
Beach Buoy laid listening to Storm Franklin.
Up.
Kettle on.
Beach Buoy made a coffee.
There was a temptation to rush around but Beach Buoy applied those inner rush brakes.
They reached the beach car park at
7-06 a.m.
Gulls struggled to walk against the wind in the car park, like little drunk men looking for a late night chip shop.
It was a cold north westerly wind.
Mr. Gunn / Nunn and his little dog were already heading south, down by the water's edge.
The 7a.m. club were heading north also on the water's edge.
Paths will have been crossed.
"Morning."s will have been shared.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sea.
It was then that Beach Buoy realised that the thermal mug of coffee that he had made to bring to the beach was in fact, back in the kitchen keeping Mr. Kettle company.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked by the sea as they headed south.
Beach Buoy had three hoods up.
He looked back to see that the 7 a.m. club were returning to the south end of the beach.
They stopped short of halfway and returned to the North.
It was daylight but the Moon still looked down on the beach from its vantage point above the dunes.
It was a chilly morning.
Hugo appeared.
Hugo, the distant wave lady's dog.
He came to say hello and have a shoulder rub.
His approaching owner gave a distant wave.
It was returned.
The distant wave lady mentioned how high the tide was in the creek when she passed, resulting in the narrow beach this morning.
She said how much she likes a low tide, wider beach better and stretched out her arms to show the point.
"But l love it all."
as she headed south with arms fully outstretched, as if trying to embrace the sea, the sky, the sights and sounds.
The young lady beachcomber that went by the other day was beachcombing again.
She wore bright RNLI yellow boots.
She seemed to be in her own little world, which is sometimes the best place to be.
She headed off to the north, gathering finds as she walked.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south towards
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
The top of the dunes were fully exposed to the wind.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Sober Gulls hung in wind.
They headed back into a headwind.
Spots of distant rainfall headed south, carried by the wind.
There was much less shifting sand up on the dune edge, so they head back upon it.
The clouds and sea were wonderful.
Clouds hung over the village.
They climbed over the lower promenade wall to access the promenade as the ramp was a bit of a wind tunnel.
Dotty Dog and her owner were walking the promenade.
They chatted a while before going their own way.
BEACH BUOY.
