Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived
at 5-41 a.m.
He sat at the side door of the van, putting his beach boots on.
Two cars arrived; sunrise seekers.
They headed to the water's edge ahead of Beach Buoy.
Their Chocolate Labrador; "Charlie!"
came to say hello.
One of the group had disrobed into swimwear as she walked to the sea.
There was a breeze off the sea.
It was overcast but mild.
Another car load of sunrise seekers arrived.
They headed to the heights of the dunes.
A vantage point to capture the moment.
The sky glowed orange.
No visible sunrise today.
They walked south.
The tide hadn't long turned from being high.
The sea seemed reluctant to give up the beach.
It made a few ankle grabs as they walked the freshly exposed sands.
Once the orange glow had faded, the sunrise seekers had left.
It looked like November but thankfully it still felt like August.
Mari, the big friendly poodle trotted by, up in the dunes.
No neck scratch today, she was on a mission.
The 7 a m club and distant wave lady passed by.
A man took photographs down near the grey rocks, just below Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-32 a.m.
He added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat with binoculars, looking out to sea
"So you remembered binoculars but forgot dog treats!"
Beach Buoy scanned the open sea.
Over on South Gare Pier he counted 25 motorhomes / camper vans.
Closer to home, he could see Pebbles with legs scatter like shrapnel as waves broke onto the beach.
"See you mate ."
They went back to the beach and dawdled back like they had all of the time in the world, sadly they don't.
None of us have.
They gradually made their way north.
It really looked and sounded like the stunning Little Terns had gone.
BEACH BUOY.
