Beach Buoy woke late at 6-24 a.m.
By 6-49, Beach Buoy, Another Dog and a thermal mug of coffee were heading for the beach. As they had drove down Elizabeth Way, there was the Sun looking at its watch and shaking its head.
As they stepped out of the van,
Mr. Gunn / Nunn climbed out of his car nearby.
"That winds a bit nippy."
"Aye."
They all headed for the beach and their own planned routes.
Some of the 7 a.m. club were down at the water's edge.
That "Nippy." wind blew from the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog's planned route took them to the water's edge, heading south.
The 7 a.m. club passed by as they headed back to the village.
"Morning! Look at you Ruby, all grown up."
A lady member of the club hadn't seen Ruby, a.k.a Another Dog since she was a pup.
"Is it a year now?" asked another.
"She will be one in May."
"Bye."
"Bye."
The south of the beach was theirs now.
Beach Buoy paused for a sip of hot coffee.
The sunlight was lovely as the wind was cold.
His sunshine shadow enjoyed a coffee of his own.
A cloud slipped across the bay and scattered the sun like searchlights looking for the biscuits.
They headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the Seaham stones from yesterday and a couple from the beach below for good measure.
Some painted stones had been added by others.
Excellent.
Beach Buoy finished of the reminder coffee.
"See you Mate."
They set off towards the south through the dunes.
The call of the river wasn't quite loud enough today.
They dropped back down onto the beach.
There was no beach access to Sand Martin Corner via the beach due to the height of the tide.
The beach combing lady in bright yellow "RNLI" wellies headed down to the shingle patches. Her coat was off and was draped over her beach finds bag. A thick fisherman type jumper was judged to be enough to keep the chill at bay.
The lady searched the shingle thoroughly in an up and down pattern.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on to the north.
The sun light had returned.
The mixed bag of seafront houses were lit up like beacons.
People arrived as others left.
The "Gobshite." Dog from yesterday scampered south.
They headed up to the van.
Birds of a feather...
Another Dog snoozed in the sunlight that spread across the van's back seat as Beach Buoy washed and waxed the van once more.
BEACH BUOY.
