Beach Buoy woke at 3-50 a.m.
By 4-30 the kettle was on.
He made coffee.
He drank coffee.
He drew.
He wrote.
At 7-10 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another one set off on foot for the beach.
As they turned to head down Elizabeth Way the Headphone, now earphone man marched rhytmacly by.
It was windy.
The pavement had dried.
It felt like a bit of a luxury.
The dark and the damp so often seem to go hand in hand.
It was a blowy morning.
The wind from the south west was neither mild or biting.
They crossed the dark car park.
Beach Buoy took a sip of coffee.
A few familiar cars were parked up.
Team Distant Wave were already on the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the water's edge.
They headed south.
Some strange lights appeared beyond North Gare Pier.
It was those of a ship, heading out to sea.
It's bulk hidden by a combination of poor light and The North Gare Pier itself.
After a few minutes it slipped out to sea.
Beach Buoy watched the sea.
Hesitant waves rose , only breaking when they were good and ready.
They continued south.
It was 8 a.m.
He gathered some beach stones as the walk progressed.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack at
BOB O'CLOCK
8-08.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He drank a guilty coffee and ate a "Fun"
Size Mars Bar with Grab bag hands.
He had forgotten to bring dog treats.
😱
Puffs of smoke showed up on the dune edge to the south.
The Distant Wave Group were having their driftwood bonfire.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Another Dog flew down the Sandy Slope like a launched ship down a slipway.
"Hiya."
"Hi."
A man passed by with three dogs.
They headed to the north.
They walked the water's edge.
Sand turned into Shingle
A search ensued.
Clouds hung over the village.
.
Bailey, the friendly chocolate brown Spaniel came to say hello.
Beach Buoy chatted to the owner.
They wandered around the village for a while looking for subject matter for drawings and the like.
BEACH BUOY.
