Monday morning.
Beach Buoy woke at 4-39 a.m.
It was a day off.
Unusually for Beach Buoy he snuggled into the bedding.
He woke at 5-50 a.m.
A sleep in !
😯
It was 6-39 a.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
The Vauxhall Corsa Van man was almost back at his vehicle with his Border Collie.
The man who walks the car park perimeter was doing just that.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the water's edge.
It was a short walk as the tide was well in.
It was mild with a slight breeze from the south west.
Flashes of cloud glowed slightly, looking like some distant sports logo display.
Beach Buoy stood and watched as The Sea Serpent twisted and turned.
He watched as Gulls and Terns took turns to pass by.
Some heading south.
Some heading north.
The sea was calm being only slightly rippled by the breeze.
The water's edge was more like that of a lake than a sea.
Nine Oyster Catchers took flight,whistling as they worked.
A rouge member of the 7 a.m. club was heading back north.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning. "
They carried on southwards.
Up ahead five Crows patrolled the nearby strand-line like beach police.
To the north, the beach regulars with a Border Collie and a muzzled Dog had come into view.
Muzzled Dog came over for the first time ever.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the arrival.
The dog seemed pleased someone had made a fuss.
The owners passed by
"Hiya."
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy paused as the others continued their trek south.
He watched as a diving bird surfaced.
The bird looked around as if checking if anyone was watching before disappearing into the water once more.
Before heading up to Stubborn Dog Stack, Beach Buoy savoured a golden water's edge just below the stack itself.
The beauty of the morning was inspirational.
A thought came to mind.
"EVERY SUNRISE THAT I WITNESS IS LIKE FINDING THE MISSING PIECE OF A JIGSAW. ONE THAT I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD LOST UNTIL THEN."
They headed up to see Stubborn Dog.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The view across to the village was glorious.
There will be a time Beach Buoy won't be here anymore.
But then, he will always be at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach to have coffee as the stack stones were damp.
Beach Buoy rested against the steep dune edge as he drank coffee.
He watched two diving birds work their way south.
The two birds called to one another like lost kittens each time that they surfaced.
They began to head back to the north.
Delicate sea pottery design.
It was such a beautiful start to the day.
Beach Buoy paused once more.
He faced the sun.
With both hands he rubbed his face as one would when washing their face at a sink.
It felt like a May morning.
It would be November tomorrow.
As they approached the car park, it became obvious that a photo shoot was in progress at the dune edge.
One of the group's shadows was cast on to a light reflecting disc.
Beach Buoy went by the shoot.
A guitar case lay in the sand.
A young lady chatted to the photographer
They headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
