Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the house at 6-18 a.m.
The sky was as grey as the road.
The passed the golf club.
A flag was half mast.
That wasn't so unusual at the golf club, but today it was the Union Jack attached the the club's flagpole.
They reached the car park at 6-23 a.m.
The anticlockwise bus station clock reckoned that it was 9-30.
The man with a Border Collie and a Corsa van had just set off along the promenade.
It looked like it would be a cold beach walk but it was mild.
Once again, no coat.
Two men talked at the water's edge whilst their digs ran free.
They may have been discussing yesterday's tragedy.
One of the brass monkey swimming club members had been taken ill and had sadly died.
They headed south.
Stormy sea had washed up twist of seaweed.
The tide was going out.
It still looked a little choppy.
They had arrived in time for the sunrise, but today it it was an all ticket event, taking place behind closed doors.
The distant wave lady passed by.
"Hiya."
"Hiya."
They headed up the sandy slope.
It looked as if rough sea had tried to do the same.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added three stones from Bran Sands, then three from the beach below.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat drinking coffee on a large stack stone.
"Yes, l remembered the dog treats."
"See you mate "
They headed towards the sandy slope
Back down on the beach.....
The Very Very Wet Retriever appeared from the south, then it ran into the sea
Its owner appeared from.the same direction.
Thst was odd enough, but he wore headphones and began Jogging north, very strange.
They waved towards one another and said "Morning."
It was a slow walk back.
No photographs.
The Sea Swimming Brass Monkeys were on the beach.
Lined up paying respect to their lost companion.
BEACH BUOY.
