Beach Buoy had been up and about since
4 a.m.
Almost three hours later, it was still dark as he and Another Dog sat in the glow of fairy lights, waiting for daylight.
As they had pulled into the beach car park, a man with one of those lights on his head illuminated his dogs location by the medium of torchlight.
They headed down the access ramp.
It was just after 7 a.m.
It's odd.
Beach Buoy has done the blog for so long now, as he walks the walk, his head talks the talk.
A running unheard commentary of things he did, things he saw and people he met.
Impatient Silhouettes walked the water's edge.
It looked like shadows where having the beach to themselves before their owners turned up.
Three young ladies went by, heading south under a Paul McCartney C Moon.
They walked at speed and in next to no time they were dots in the distance.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled along on the strand-line.
He looked back to the north to see how the village was looking.
There was a breeze from the west.
The light began to increase as they turned to continue southwards.
The lightening sky began to highlight the fact that dark clouds were in the sky.
Crows called.
Gulls cried.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sandy slope.
They climbed the sandy slope.
Beach Buoy used earlier footprints as
stair treads.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Another Dog did uncharacteristic zoomies whilst still attached to her extendable lead.
Beach Buoy kidded himself that she was playing with Stubborn Dog.
Beach Buoy made some beach notes.
He sipped a mouthful of coffee.
Overnight rainfall had made the stack stones wet.
He decided to finish his coffee down near the north gare pier.
He screwed the lid tightly on the thermal mug.
"See you mate "
Back to the beach.
A few people to the north.
They continued south.
The very very wet retriever came running up.
It dropped its ball near to Beach Buoy's feet.
A Beagle was along for the ride too.
Beach Buoy kicked the ball.
Both dogs set off in hot pursuit.
"Morning."
"Morning."
as the dog's owners passed.
There was a line fisherman at the water's edge.
From the dunes a second fisherman appeared.
The man seemed to be rushing, as if late for a party.
He crossed the grey rocks at speed, using his fishing bag and rod as counterbalance.
He scampered across to the fellow fisherman. Setting up camp alongside.
Beach Buoy had the two men in view as he drank coffee.
A sloping and slippery tank traps was his coffee table with a view.
Gone fishing.
Coffee drank, they headed back.
Beach trapped sea water, like the late-to-the-party-fisherman, ran to the sea.
Beach Buoy checked on The Sea Serpent as they passed.
All was good.
A slow walk back.
No need to rush.
They followed silent but excited paw prints.
Beach Buoy paused to watch a lone Gull.
A numpty with a tennis ball and an Alsatian made the bird take flight with a throw of the ball.
8-30 a.m.
Their sunshine shadows turned up
Better late than never.
They said farewell to the beach for now.
Radio on for a short while.
Later....
Wash and wax time
Roof too.
BEACH BUOY.
