Sunday.
Beach Buoy had been awake ages.
He gave in, heading downstairs.
It was 4-04 a.m.
He made a milky coffee and caught up with blog words.
He faffed on, not wanting to be on the beach too early today.
Feet and paws hit sand at 6-31 a.m.
Beach Buoy felt as if he had already been up a day.
It was an overcast morning with a very slight breeze from the south west.
The Little Terns chattered as Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the strand-line.
The Sun broke through the cloud, its light scattered down onto a breeze rippled sea.
They headed south.
A distant figure cut through to the dunes with their dog.
A beach regular caught them up with his Polar Bear-like White Retriever.
They chatted about beach related stuff.
They went their separate ways.
The Polar Bear met up with a distant 7 a.m. club who had walked from the south.
The Sea Serpent surfaced as a ship headed for the River.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones.
They headed up to the stack.
He placed the stones.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy sat on stack stone to drink his Coffee.
Sand Martins put on a flying display for Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
It was a nice spot to sit and think.
"see you mate."
They headed back to the beach before continuing south.
The aroma of sun-dried seaweed filled the air.
They had a slow walk back..
BEACH BUOY.
