It was Sunday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached an empty beach car park at
5-10 a.m.
Minutes later they were in the beach.
It was around thirty minutes after sunrise.
It was as bright as noon
The air was still.
Sunrise seekers were still on the beach.
They all headed south.
There wasn't a great deal of cloud around.
There was a dog cloud over the dunes, bounding towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Two Tug boats waited at the river mouth for an incoming ship like a safe pair of wicket keeper's gloves.
To the north, sunrise seekers headed back to their cars and possibly their beds?
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The sun was already hot.
The Skylarks sang as eagerly as when they had first returned to the dunes.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
He enjoyed the silence.
A breeze began to blow from offshore.
All of the dune grass began to bob to and fro as if in a group discussion, agreeing with points of view .
"See you mate."
They left Stubborn Dog and the discussion behind.
The low tide and the aerial dance of the Sand Martins tempted them south.
It was a glorious morning down by the tank traps.
Sand Martin Corner looked lovely in the bright early morning sunshine.
Rock pools and bright sun go together well.
After a chat with the 7 a.m. club they headed back.
Beach-trapped sea water looked very wonderful sitting in the deep sand ripples.
They headed back
Alfie came to say hello.
It was Mr.Gunn,/Nunn's dog
He followed the dog.
They chatted briefly.
He's a good egg.
BEACH BUOY.
