So this was Sunday.
Beach Buoy woke at 4-20 a.m.
Beach Buoy rose at 5-20 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog left for the beach at 6-05 a.m.
The sky over the bay looked stunning.
They reached the beach at 6-10 a.m.
Beach Buoy went to have a look at the beach.
Venus looked over the dunes.
He returned to the van.
There was a coffee and a jam doughnut with his name on.
Another Dog had a snack too.
Out on the Promenade, the unofficial leader of the 7 a.m. club walked his three dogs.
The silhouette of a dear stalker hat passed by.
Flamboyant hats allowed.
6-23.
They went on the beach.
Heading for the sea, they passed the sad sight of a dead Harbour Porpoise.
As sunrise approached, Gulls took to the air.
They crossed patches of sea coal as they headed South up near the strand-line.
A man with a Labrador walked the water's edge.
The lady beachcomber arrived sporting her bright yellow RNLI style Wellington boots.
She had a friend and two small children along too.
All four beachcombing.
It was good to see youngsters out so early.
A habit that may continue in later life?
They headed towards the sea.
The light and reflections were gorgeous.
There was a strong breeze.
Even though the breeze was from the south it was cold.
One hat (Non- flamboyant) and two hoods were worn.
Gloved hands were stuffed in orange pockets.
The 7 a.m. club passed by.
Mari the big friendly poodle came to say hello, as did the humans
After a brief chat they went their separate ways.
Minutes before the sunrise a ship sailed into Port.
The light changed.
The sea seemed to turn a metallic blue.
The Sea Serpent rolled on the surface of the sea.
The Sun rose.
It was 6-59 a.m.
The Bay was bathed in the brightest of orange glows.
Others walked towards the light too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
The climbed up the sandy slope to reach the dune edge.
Previous footprint dimples seemed to hold the golden sunlight.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some more stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy soaked up the sunlight.
He decided to sit down on the beach to drink his coffee.
"See you mate."
They headed down to the beach, just in front of the dune edge and the stack beyond.
A driftwood bench was perfectly placed.
Beach Buoy sipped hot coffee.
Another Dog wanted to be up on Beach Buoy's knees.
Beach Buoy scooped up Another Dog .
He hugged the little dog and sobbed.
For a moment or two Stubborn Dog was back.
A puff of the cheeks and it was back to reality.
A breakaway member of the 7 a.m. club passed with his dog.
Distant waves were exchanged.
The beach combing Border Collie Couple headed along the beach.
Some beach goers stick to set times all year round.
Beach Buoy is drawn to the sunrise like a moth to the flame.
Beach Buoy watched as people and dogs walked the beach.
Freedom.
It should be available for all.
Sadly the world hasn't grown up.
Beach Buoy screwed the lid of the thermal mug tightly.
He had saved some coffee for later.
He gave Another Dog another hug.
He tried to stand up without making old man noises.
He failed.
Off they went.
As if to prove she wasn't Stubborn Dog, Another Dog led the way.
The were heading for Seaton Snooks.
"C'mon Old Man."
She headed to another sit and think spot.
They carried on.
A fresh breeze and full in their faces.
Two hoods came down, the hat remained.
Almost there.
It was only 7-30 a.m. and it felt like they had the best of days.
They crossed over to
North Gare Beach
Or
Seaton Snooks
Or
The Blue Lagoon
They are one in the same.
They passed a piece of driftwood with a tale to tell.
This beach was more exposed.
The breeze was now a wind.
Beach Buoy just thought it was more invigorating than exposed, such was his train of thought.
The tide was way out.
It would be safe to cross the beach and head for Snook Point.
A man and dog walked the water's edge.
They reached the excellent driftwood shelter.
They sat down on the bench.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
Beach Buoy thought thoughts of the recently learnt history of this part of the sea and riverside.
The view.
Press play.
It was a perfect spot.
Down on the riverside a man and dog headed towards a Buoy.
Beach Buoy stood up to head back.
A man and dog appeared obviously intent on doing the same that Beach Buoy had done.
"There you go mate, all yours."
"Thanks, just going to sit and eat my banana."
The two men, both in brightly coloured coats chatted.
They had a lot in common.
Campervan / motorhome.
Live in Seaton.
Both same age within days of one another.
The other man told Beach Buoy that Tuesday and Wednesday he camps over on South Gare for a change.
He added that Ben, his Jack Russell, liked to chase the rabbits.
It was a lovely chat.
"Enjoy your banana."
"He'll want half of it." was the reply as he pointed to his dog.
Beach Buoy put up two hoods, then set off to the north.
He wanted to capture his thoughts.
Like some sort of fishing net.
People walked and talked.
A Cormorant skimmed the surface of the sea.
They said farewell to this particular beach.
The headed for Seaton Sands.
The sky seemed more sky blue than ever.
Over on Seaton beach they passed a resting seal.
It returned to the sea not long after, so hopefully all was ok ?
They passed Dotty Dog.
They had a chat.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
