Beach Buoy woke at 4-18 a.m.
He laid thinking.
The birds began to sing at 4-30 a m.
By 5-02 a.m. Beach Buoy and Another Dog were together but alone in the beach car park.
Sunrise was booked for 5-28 a.m.
High tide had been a short while, around an hour before that?
The recent addition to the beach, the Little Tern fencing made a pleasant change to the beach.
Something different.
The fencing creates new possibilities for photography.
More impressive than any red VIP carpet, freshly exposed sand awaited the first foot and paw prints.
Sunrise seekers walked down the beach access ramp but thankfully they headed north.
A metallic sea waited to reflect the sun.
Low cloud on the horizon claimed the sunrise.
The sunrise pallet waited.
No delivery today.
They continued south, their prints writing the first draft of today's beach story.
Others would arrive to edit and adapt.
There was no coat this morning.
Two hoodies were worn with both hoods activated.
Beach Buoy sipped some water, no beach coffee today.
It would be van coffee later.
Out in the bay, Gulls sat on the sea unphased as they rose and fell with the swell.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They watched as The Sea Serpent twisted and turned.
Beach Buoy waved and shouted "Good Morning."
He really did
It's OK nobody knows but you.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
The sun decided to show up around half an hour late.
The sun rose but was still low enough to allow beach pebbles to cast sunshine shadows.
Dune Folk watched the beach proceedings.
The 7 a.m. club approached.
In time they passed.
"Morning."
"Morning Paul."
Mari the poodle totted over for her neck scratch.
She trotted off with a waggy tail.
The 7 a.m. club headed back by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy veered off towards the access ramp.
Beach Buoy rested on the promenade wall, watching people come and go.
They headed back to the van.
Beach Buoy put on a pan of milk for coffee.
They both sat on the rear bench seat.
Beach Buoy reached for the ridge monkey grill.
He warmed a croissant in it, not sure as to the outcome.
It was lovely.
Because he had turned up so early, it was odd to sit and watch as other beach regulars turn up at their normal times, but looking late.
BEACH BUOY.
