First day off of ten.
4-54 a.m. a boiled kettle clicked.
Outside the first cry of a Gull.
It was still dark.
4-56 a.m. a toasted teacake popped up, waiting to be buttered.
Beach Buoy obliged.
Beach Buoy sat with coffee, toasted teacake, pencil sharpener and his beach note book.
He took the pencil from the book.
He sharpened the pencil.
It was a good feeling.
Something about finally using some of his stash of pencils and pens.
His recent flourish of daft drawings has helped.
Seeing the pencil shorten with use had become one of life's simple pleasures.
Pleasure to treasure in a world of woe.
Beach Buoy boiled the kettle once more.
He filled a prewarmed thermal mug with hit coffee.
He checked the time of the sunrise; 6-19.
It was 5-09.
He sat and finished his house coffee, faffing on with the blog as he did so.
It was 5-57 a.m. when they arrived at the beach car park.
A young man parked up in a hatchback.
He walked to the water's edge.
He took a photograph.
He returned to his car.
He drove off
A man put a Black Labrador into a white van then off they went too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off.
There was a slight cold breeze from the north east.
Two hoods went up and gloves were put on hands.
They headed for the sea.
That sea held the momentum of a stormy day.
It ran to the calm beach and a calmer Beach Buoy.
Pebbles with legs chose to run from an incoming wave rather than take flight.
That moment of sunrise took place but low cloud on the horizon claimed it as it's own as it can do so often.
It was worth waiting for, it always is.
The Sea Serpent Marker and the Sun.
Beach Buoy gathered four beach stones and headed up the well worn sandy slope on the dune edge.
"Morning Mate."
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy enjoyed the view
Hugo, the distant wave lady's dog came bounding up to say hello.
He had brought along a dark sandy coloured Retriever up to say hi too.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo.
The other dog watched on from a safe distance.
Beach Buoy gifted the newcomer a beach found ball from his beach bag.
You never know when they will come in handy.
Hugo returned to a distant and waving, distant wave lady.
She and the other dog's owner were heading along to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy drank coffee up at the stack.
The distant wave lady headed back north, stopping to chat to a southbound 7 a.m. club.
"See you mate."
They left the clockwork beach behind and headed through the dunes to North Gare Beach.
Two Ducks flew here there and everywhere as if unsure which way to head.
The risen sun had dimmed a little as it hung over the river mouth.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog searched the riverside shingle.
They crossed a tide drained Blue Lagoon as they headed back to Seaton Sands.
Two hours walking so far.
A grand morning.
They stuck with the dunes until almost back at the stack.
Planted driftwood danced a driftwood themed ballet.
A jogger with his dark dog choose to travel the beach more quickly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled back towards the van.
All members of the Pebbles with legs family.
Beach Buoy was here.
It won't always be the case.
BEACH BUOY.
