Beach Buoy had been off work a while now.
Today he woke exactly at work o'clock;
5-10 am
There was no alarm, just that inbuilt timing.
No factory today.
The arrived at the beach car park at
5-32 a.m.
Beach Buoy had made a flask of coffee to take up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
There were 6 bottles and some plastic, dumped just metres away from a promenade bin.
Beach Buoy put them in the bin as he pigeonholed the culprits under his breath.
A HGV lorry driver had left the designated parking bays. He parked to have a look at the sea from the vantage point in his cab before setting off on the road.
He headed towards the access ramp.
The Sun hung below swirls of mist, like a fancy light on of those makeover shows.
Can't decorate / won't decorate.
Where DIY means
Don't involve yourself.
Once on the beach, they head for the sea, crossing under the flight path of Busy Little Terns as they did so.
A fresh breeze blew from the west.
Mist claimed most of the bay.
They headed south.
First prints of the day.
The westerly breeze blew the tops off breaking waves.
Grey mist claimed more and more of the horizon.
What peach there was in the sky was claimed in time, by the greyness.
It was an active sea.
That type where the broken wave would run and run up the beach in search of unsuspecting feet.
Gulls cried overhead as shoreline birds ran like excited children to inspect each new broken wave.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five beach stones to the pile.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a stack stone as he drank coffee.
It was a lovely atmospheric scene.
Beach Buoy stood up.
"See you mate."
The 7 a.m. club were heading south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south too, through the dunes.
They paused after a short while.
He watched the waves
To the north the 7 a.m. club litter-picked their way back towards the village.
They headed back and walked a mist-muffled water's edge.
A lady with a Border Collie approached.
They chatted.
The dog was called Peggy!
It's the one that he had seen yesterday, trying to round up a parked car.
They went their separate ways.
To the north a lady stood with her two dogs.
The dogs were in and out of the sea, a light brown spaniel and a dark labrador with a nose aged with grey.
They headed back to the van as others played fetch.
Beach Buoy lit a pan of milk; "posh" coffee time.
An elderly man jogged south.
Beach Buoy raised an imaginary hat to him.
A lady head to the beach.
Her dog was on the long lead that he had seen.
She could almost walk it in Redcar whilst staying in Seaton.
Two retired men walked and talked about the triumphs and tragedies of working life.
"Well, l told him straight........'
BEACH BUOY.
