Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 7-06 a.m.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were just leaving.
Mr Gunn/ Nunn was out there somewhere.
Beach Buoy had spotted his car.
They headed to the beach.
The previous tide had claimed some of the Little Tern Area.
There was a few people about.
Beach Buoy felt almost late for the party.
The others led the way.
Beach Buoy dawdled.
A flock of unidentified birds flew north just above the water's edge.
They may have been using it as a guide on the misty morning?
Three Cormorants skimmed north.
Up on the dune edge, a tiny bird sang sweetly as it bobbed gently to and fro on a Marram grass seed head.
It was still foggy.
Not as thick.
Not as damp.
More of a dry, warm mist.
Even the slight breeze from the north felt mild.
They headed for the sandy slope as joggers traded places as they passed one another at the water's edge.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He looked towards the Wind Turbines.
Only the bases were visible.
They looked like headstones in a misty graveyard.
A Spaniel appeared.
"Bailey!"
"Bailey "
the Dog returned to the beach.
A shared wave meant all was ok.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach too.
A slow walk back.
They wandered to the water's edge.
The beach was wider now.
Twenty or so Pebbles with legs became Pebbles with wings.
They headed for the van.
The lady with Peggy the Border Collie rushed down to the beach.
"Slept in." she said as she passed.
They reached the Promenade.
Police were taking statements from a young couple.
They pointed as they spoke.
Beach Buoy made a milky coffee and let the rest of the world turn, without his company.
Another VW faced the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
