Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-54 a.m.
It had rained heavily overnight.
It was a mild but grey morning they welcomed them to the beach.
The man with a Border Collie and a silver van, loaded the dog into his vehicle. He chooses to walk the the promenade more than he does the beach.
An old lady searched the Little Tern Area with her little Dog.
Around 188 Starlings landed nearby to assist her.
A large white retriever headed north by sea and sand.
After a while, Beach Buoy paused.
He took a sip of strong coffee from his thermal mug.
The beach was theirs.
No one.
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Out of nowhere, the breeze picked up a little. It lost none of its warmth.
Eventually people arrived.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south.
Stooping and searching as they walked.
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog had reached the sandy slope, the Beachcombing couple had overtaken them.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat with a coffee .
Birds flew from the river to the bay across a dapple grey sky.
A first raindrop fell.
A large ship took aim at the Gares.
A parcel of Oyster Catchers flew low just offshore.
They flew north.
They flew south.
They flew north.
They flew south.
Beach Buoy imagined a ridiculous conversation between the birds.
"Think l forgot to lock the front door."
*All go back to check*
"Not sure if l turned the oven off "
*All go back to check*
*Think l may have left a window open , upstairs."
*All go back to check.*
"Did you remember the dog treats?"
*Both go back ... No need.
Beach Buoy reached into a pocket for a dog treat.
"See you mate."
Time to head back to the beach.
The tide came in.
The rain came down.
Beach Buoy wasn't wearing a coat.
He wasn't bothered....
He was wearing a camoflage hoodie.
The wet raindrops on dry material enhanced the camoflage effect.
From a distance he will have looked like a blob of tangled seaweed with legs.
