Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 7-13 a.m.
If anything, the dusting of overnight snow had made the footpath easier to walk on.
They gave the car park a wide berth, it look flat, white and very slippy
A HGV driver sat illuminated in his cab.
The cabs light reflected on the car park snow.
They opted to use the beach steps once more.
The access ramp could have them sliding down as if on a ski jump. Beach Buoy would be forever known as Eddie The Seagull.
They carefully descended the slippery steps.
It was around 7-32 a.m.
Crying Gulls filled the air, like white flakes in a shaken snow globe.
Beach Buoy looked to the north.
A defined high water mark shown by the melted snow, touched by a warmer sea.
They headed south.
The Moon looked down from above the dunes as the walk progressed.
Once again, the heat retained in the sea made steam in the cold crisp air.
Through the steam Beach Buoy could see the waves breaking five or six steps out into the bay.
Beach Buoy did a shingle search, as he crossed from water's edge to dune edge.
It was 8-11 a.m. by the time they reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
They had dawdled along with that shingle search thrown in for good measure.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
There was a heavy frost on the stack stones.
The beach was very quiet.
The air, with an added slight breeze up on the dunes was cold.
Beach Buoy took a mouthful of coffee.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They had only been static a short while, but Beach Buoy could feel the heat from the walking, drift away.
Once at the water's edge, Beach Buoy had more coffee.
He gave Another Dog a treat before making a fuss of her.
They headed north.
To the south, only the very tops of the Wind Turbines were visible.
They turned slowly in a cold breeze from the west.
A young lady jogged halfway along the beach heading southwards.
She turned before running all of the way back north.
Her outfit was as pink as the sky above the village to the north.
An older lady passed, down near the steaming sea.
She and Beach Buoy both raised a hand in the style of Fred Dineage on the TV show How.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They carried on in opposite directions.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog took their time heading back.
The sun cleared low cloud at 8-37a.m.
The older lady overtook them at a distance, with a swung of her arms and a spring in her step.
The light was gorgeous.
They reached the Promenade at 8-55.
The Bus Station Clock Tower read 1-34.
Someone drove by in a white car.
The driver had removed the minimum amount of snow possible from the vehicle's windows.
It looked like an igloo on wheels.
They headed back.
A new Ruby Red Coat for Another Dog.
aka Ruby.
She loved the snow.
Long lead zoomies for much of the wintery walk.
A run down building on the front in line for a tidy up.
A frozen Cricket Club.
England.
BEACH BUOY.
