Beach Buoy and Another Dog travelled to the beach in the van.
The radio was tuned in to Radio Tees.
The show's host Amy Oakden was playing Don't bring me down by E.L.O.
They reached the beach around 6-44 a.m.
"Who's up and about for the pre 7 a.m. club?"
Beach Buoy messaged the presenter.
"Beach 😬."
They headed towards the sea in the half light.
It was unbelievably mild.
The moon watched on from above the car park.
They headed for the sea.
Gulls cried overhead as they headed inland.
Out in the bay, to the south, a fog buzzer buzzed.
The bay looked clear.
The Sea Serpent twisted in the early morning half light.
They headed south.
It was mild, calm and peaceful.
The tide was going out.
Beach Buoy guessed that it had gone out about two hours earlier.
Seabirds passed by, looking like their own shadows, not enough light to highlight the whiteness.
The wind and waves matched one another almost perfectly as they were both almost non existent.
The 7 a m. club approached from the south.
Beach Buoy patted Mari, the big friendly poodle as they chatted.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack before the sunrise did.
November Midges had already claimed a spot above the stack.
It was that mild.
Beach Buoy took a sip of coffee from his thermal mug as he studied the profile of cloud mountains that had risen behind the Cleveland Hills and headed out to sea.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach below.
They began a slow walk back.
The Sun cleared the mountains of cloud.
It was glorious.
As they made their way back, a small brown dog called Ruby came to Beach Buoy as though he was the dogs long lost owner.
BEACH BUOY.
