Beach Buoy's last check of the time before he went to sleep was
01-11 a.m.
It reminded him the The Tees Transporter was 111 years old earlier this week.
He woke exactly two hours later.
He managed to find sleep once more, waking at 5-14.
By 5-20 he was up.
He arrived in an empty beach car park
at 7-05 a.m.
The council bin wagon
flashed it's way north along the promenade.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Gulls cried overhead as they travelled inland.
Their cries were no match for the unheard call of the sea.
There wasn't a soul insight.
The tide was well out.
The slightest breeze ever blew from the south west.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south on a seacoal marked strand-line.
A large flock of Gulls stood at the water's edge.
The Gulls took flight as a group of people approached.
They were brass monkey swimmers on a pre-swim walk.
In the half light, Beach Buoy spotted a bottle bottom.
There was lots of shingle to search.
The swimming group led the way.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He couldn't stay long, it all felt too sad this morning.
Stubborn Dog was there and not there too.
They headed back to the surprisingly quiet beach.
Beach Buoy plumped for a coffee down near the tank traps.
A couple of beach regulars had walked the water's edge.
They reached the Pier then turned to head back.
Another Dog wanted to check on the dog treat situation.
All was in hand, well in pocket to more accurate.
Coffee drank.
Treats eaten, they headed back.
The very very wet retriever came running over, he dropped his ball for Beach Buoy to kick.
It's Beagle buddy watched on.
This happen another four times.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the van.
The water's edge regulars were parked alongside the van
Windows down, they drank a warm beverage.
"Morning."
" Morning, lovely isn't it?"
BEACH BUOY.
