Beach Buoy had gone to bed around
12-45 a m.
Lots of pillow punching, fluffing up and rearrangement ensued.
He couldn't find a comfy soot.
He almost gave up.
He found sleep.
He woke.
6 something, he wondered?
He reached for his mobile phone.
3-59 a m.!
Hayfever sniffs began.
By 4-22 a.m.
He gave up.
The kettle went on.
He made coffee.
He nodded off
The coffee had gone cold.
Beach Buoy made a thermal mug of coffee to go
They headed for the beach.
They reached a deserted beach car park
at 5-50 a.m.
The bright sun and a cooling breeze from the west kept them company as they headed for the sea.
The recent warm weather had brought out the scumbags.
Scattered around; nappy, socks, blanket and a towel.
The beach was deserted too.
It felt odd.
Beach Buoy had been awake two hours already.
They headed south.
Ten minutes or so into the walk, Beach Buoy noted that others were now on their way south.
It was the 7 a.m. club with guest .
A Lone Oyster Catcher stood by the sea.
At first, Beach Buoy was concerned that the bird was ill.
All was good, the bird took flight a few minutes later.
They continued south.
The 7 a.m. club and guest caught up.
The guest was a newcomer, a lady with a tiny brown and white spaniel.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Did you see the Dolphins yesterday?"
"No." replied Beach Buoy.
A gestured hand towards the river mouth, gave away their location.
"See you later ."
"Bye."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He added five stone.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
He sat down on a large stack stone to have his coffee.
It was a ringside dead for a Sand Martin aerobatic show.
Coffee drank.
Time to go
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The 7a.m club were heading back on their second walk of the beach.
Beach cleaning took place.
Beach Buoy collected more broken bottles.
They headed for the access ramp.
A large man was using ramp as a back stop as he sat on the beach sand, sun bathing.
Beach Buoy binned the rubbish..
Time to go .
