Before going to bed at 12-45 a.m.
Beach Buoy had checked the sunrise time.
Goggle says 5-28 a.m.
Beach Buoy decided if he woke up in time then off they would go.
No alarm would be set.
4 a.m Another Dog jumps on the bed.
Something had spooked her.
They went downstairs.
There would be no more sleep this morning.
Even downstairs she was spooked.
She rested on a sofa arm as she looked out onto a dark back garden.
Beach Buoy drank coffee as he tried to reassure his little mate.
They headed for the beach at 4-59 a.m.
They strolled to the strand-line.
The sky was a mixture of pink and orange.
There was a breeze from the west.
There was a fair amount of shingle scattered between the strand-line and water's edge.
Two tiny characters on a tiny fragment of sea pottery.
Glorious glow above the dunes.
The tiny dot in the centre?
The first Kestrel that Beach Buoy has seen at the dune edge for a very long time.
The wonderful bird hovered silently.
Out in the bay a fishing boat thudded its way out to check the pots.
A slow walk south.
The boat thudded.
The waves lapped gently.
A bottle top, found amongst the shingle.
A large area of shingle led to beach-trapped water.
The Sun rose at 5-28 a.m.
It hung as silently as the Kestrel in the sky.
Sunrise and the Sea Serpent.
The Sun sent long sunshine shadows to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog joined their shadows at the stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a stack stone and looked up.
Clouds shift shapes.
A Giant White Rabbit turns into a Crocodile.
An Angel becomes a Cat.
Vapour trails are different.
They are A to B.
They remind Beach Buoy it the teleprinter on BBC Grandstand as the football score came in, a letter or a number at a time.
B R A D F O R D P A R K A V E N U E - 0
excitement we have at least got a point!
H A R T L E P O O L S U N I T E D - 1
yippie, a win.
Hartlepool became Hartlepool F.C.
Then later
Hartlepool United.
Back to the present.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
The Orange Sun became a lemon as it often does.
They headed to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy laid out some recent bits and bobs from his beach bag.
He left them for others to find.
A distant 7 a.m. club approached.
They paused.
They chatted.
They carried on in opposite directions.
Mr. Gunn / Nunn came along next.
They had a nice chat about retirement.
He is an excellent chap.
They headed off.
Beach Buoy made a milky coffee in the van.
He drank it.
He nodded off.
It had been an early start
BEACH BUOY.
