It was Monday.
It was a day off.
Beach Buoy woke at 3-11 a.m.
He nodded but was up before 5 a.m.
He looked out of the window.
Still Foggy.
He went down.
The kettle went on.
A ship sounded a bellowing fog horn.
He checked the time of the sunrise.
The total none event would be taking place at 5-40 a.m.
Visible sunrise or not, there they were, sat in a foggy beach car park at 5-37 a.m.
A flash of orange on the beach, to the north meant the beach clean tractor was already at work.
Beach Buoy had brought a made coffee.
No rush.
Beach Buoy lowered the passenger side window for Another Dog.
She sniffed at the damp air.
A seagull landed nearby like a wind-blown newspaper.
A figure approached from the north.
Another Dog tried to monitor their progress.
The morning breeze sounded more like a wind through the van's partially open windows.
5-54 a.m. the 7 a.m. club walk the promenade, then head down the access ramp.
6-01 a.m. Beach Buoy and Another Dog head for the beach.
The tide was well in.
The Headland and the Wind Turbines had fell victim yo the fog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked south along the water's edge.
Two Cormorants flew south.
Another Dog was being very stubborn.
It was awkward trying to walk with her on the soft sand.
They headed up to the dune edge for easier stubborn walking conditions.
A misty old view to the north.
They continued south.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back north but they cut through the dunes and disappeared from view.
A missing section of dune edge found them back by the sea.
Then almost the biggest fluke of a photograph.
As Beach Buoy was about to take a shot of a wave rushing into the beach, a fish jump clean out of the sea.
He only captured the splash as it re-entered the water.
Up ahead , drifted looked like a ship from the past.
A Gull flew a misty water's edge.
They reached the stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a Stubborn Dog Stack stone and drank coffee in the fog.
The stack stone was fog-damp.
He sat a while.
The fig cleared a little.
The sea serpent marker came into view.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
More driftwood.
....and more.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Newburn Bridge for breakfast.
BEACH BUOY.
