Many people would choose a Sunday lie-in blanket over a blanket of fog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-40 a.m.
He drank coffee as he ate a toasted teacake.
Visibility was very poor.
The Vauxhall Corsa Van man and his Border Collie pulled up alongside.
Another Dog had a nosey.
Beach Buoy stepped out of the van as some regulars passed with their dogs.
All Stubborn Dog type breed.
In the winter they have been know to be dressed in Multicoloured Mick Aston type tops.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A cyclist paused at the south end of the promenade.
He leaned against the promenade wall.
His LED cycle lamp flashed like an impatient lighthouse.
One apple and
One apple and
One apple and
a bright flash followed each count.
Figures walked a foggy strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog head south on a Martian water's edge.
The reddish glow didn't stay long.
It faded to grey.
Strange.
Beach Buoy guessed that visibility was around 400 metres.
Then again he could see the Moon.
The Sea Serpent Marker...
Too foggy for guided tours today?
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew overhead in unusual silence.
In comparison, Noisy Gulls headed inland.
Not all Gulls took flight, some bobbed about on a grey sea like flotsam after a shipwreck.
Distant Dogs barked unseen.
The beach combing Border Collie Couple passed by.
Minutes later they were heading back.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Coffee time.
No midges today.
The air seemed full of Oyster Catchers, some silent.
Some whistling.
The view from the stack.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the sands.
A beautiful grey day at the great rocks.
A slow walk back.
Alfie the little dog arrived.
His owner, Mr Gunn/Nunn wasn't far behind.
"Did you get any of those cards printed?"
He wanted some for Canada.
Beach Buoy said he would sought him something.
BEACH BUOY.
