Beach Buoy woke at 5-35 a.m.
That qualifies as a sleep-in around here.
He drank a coffee.
About 6-30, he made a move.
Kettle on for beach coffee in a pre-warmed thermal mug.
Another Dog uncurled herself from a cushion.
She leant of the back of the sofa.
She does this from time to time as Beach Buoy gets ready.
"Out?"
asked Beach Buoy.
He had already closed the kitchen door to stop the funny little dog from escaping.
Another Dog hates the preparation before a walk.
Beach Buoy took over her harness and coat.
It was like trying to dress a bag of builder's sand.
Beach Buoy filled the thermal mug.
He pulled on his orange coat.
He did a quick checklist.
Beach Book ✅
Beach Coffee ✅
Beach Bag✅
Beach Buoy ✅
Bag of builder's sand ✅
Keys
keys
Keys
Beach Buoy patted coat pockets.
Beach Buoy checked the front door.
He patted his coat once more.
He finally found them in the pouch of his hoodie.
A hoodie that was under another hoodie and a coat.
He looked like a kangaroo looking for it's Joey whilst wearing two jumpers.
They set off.
It was 6-48 a.m.
He locked the front door.
Wind Turbine lights twinkled to his left.
The pavement twinkled too, with frost.
It's a fairly short walk to the beach.
Beach Buoy knows how lucky he is.
No beach visit is taken for granted.
The lights of the turbines seemed to be just beyond the Golf Club.
When viewed through the bare branches of winter trees, the lights looked like Christmas Tree decorations.
It was cold.
Beach Buoy was as warm as warm toast.
They crossed the car park.
They went down the beach access ramp, torch in hand.
Mr Gunn/Nunn had parked up and gone.
One of the distant wave lady's group was stood at the raised boot of their car.
A red flash crossed the sky.
As usual the wind turbines seemed to have ran out to sea.
So close, yet so far.
It was 7-13.
The distant wave lady's group member walked by.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Glad it's all over?" (Christmas.)
"Yes."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked towards the water's edge.
They began a torchlight shingle search.
Shingle.
Shells.
Shingle.
Shells.
Shingle all the way.
It was still not half light.
Beach Buoy took an earlier than usual sip of coffee.
He gave Another Dog another dog treat.
They set off once more.
In places the dune edge was as high as a house.
They walked to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He drank coffee as he watched the sea.
The distant wave lady headed south on the beach below.
Distant waves were exchanged.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to walk back
Every now and then he turned to see what was happening to the sunrise.
Not much was the answer.
Low cloud had claimed it
It just looked like a distant town's light at du
A parcel of a dozen Oyster Catchers flew north.
A friendly brown Spaniel called Bailey came to say hello.
The owners chatted a while.
"Enjoy your day."
"You too "
BEACH BUOY.
