Beach Buoy and Another Dog approached the beach car park at 7-22 a.m.
They waited at the junction for an illuminated bus to pass them.
Destination; Not in Service.
Beach Buoy parked up.
They set off in the half light.
"Another Hoodie might have been a good idea." thought Beach Buoy.
Two hoods went up.
The air was cold but quite still.
A fair number of silhouettes walked the water's edge.
A Dog silhouette ran in time with a breaking wave.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, midway between the water's edge and the strand-line.
Everyone seemed to head south as one.
The light in the bay was dull and overcast.
Bay illuminations seemed reluctant to dim.
The Headland Lighthouse, The Wind Turbines and even The Sea Serpent all flashed as if to say
"Over here!"
A grey sea, under a grey sky slapped down on a sandy coloured sand.
Beach Buoy had checked the time of the sunrise.
It would be at 8-02.
Soon be in the sevens!
Couples and their dogs began to turn back to the north as they reached the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
They stayed a while before returning to the beach.
"See you mate."
They went to watch the sea.
They wandered back.
Hugo appeared.
Others were walking him today.
Beach Buoy chatted to them.
"They recalled the last time that their paths had crossed.
Back then Another Dog was so small that she fitted in Beach Buoy's beach bag.
A beach brick.
A photograph of the beach steps.
Maybe for a drawing later?
Not Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy...
BEACH BUOY.
