Beach Buoy woke at 4-20 a.m.
He went downstairs to let Another Dog into the garden.
The air was warm and muggy.
He made a coffee and sat in the garden.
Out over the beach the sunrise wore a grey overcoat when a yellow T shirt might have been more fitting.
They headed for the beach.
It was 5-14.
An overnight HGV driver sat in his cab, windows down.
An empty drinks can rolled across the car park, powered by the breeze.
A walker headed north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sea.
To the north, Little Terns escorted a Large Gull from the premises.
The tide was as far out as the Seaton Carew Wreck.
The wreck itself was completely buried once more.
They headed south.
It was 5-32 a m
A very early 7 a m. Club passed, beach cleaning in a hurry.
"The mess people leave, LD ban people not dogs. Must push on."
The sun was shielded but the light was beautiful.
Beach Buoy paused to make notes in his beach book.
The page marking ribbon fluttered like a flame on a candle in a draught.
They headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
He added stones
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy did a bit of a stack tidy up.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Sea pottery.
The light was lovely.
A very very wet retriever ran from the water's edge to say hello.
Beach Buoy made use of the plastic bag left behind the scum who had trashed the dune edge.
It was beach cleaned.
BEACH BUOY.
