Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7 a.m.
There was a slight chill.
There was a slighter breeze.
Out in the Bay, the Wind Turbines did turn but it did look as if they were rotating in slow motion.
As if in an educational film.
Beach Buoy imagined the commentary.
"THE ROTATION OF THE BLADES, POWERED BY THE WIND IS TRANSFERRED TO THE......"
Back in the real world, a lady had joined the beach folk.
Her dog looked like the one from Fraggle Rock.
The dog had a mind of its own, trotting off to do it's own thing.
It strode South confidently.
The sea seemed to be angry on such a calm day.
Breaking waves rise and fell.
No hoods up today,
just a wooly hat.
The beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.
Beach Buoy hadn't checked for the time of the sunrise.
It didn't matter today.
The sky would just gradually become lighter shades of grey.
The Muzzled Dog couple were up ahead.
They chose to cut through the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed The Sandy Slope.
It was a little like going up a down escalator.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added seven beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a large stack stone.
He drank coffee.
The coffee view.
"See you mate."
They went back to the beach.
A man walked the Pier.
No entry.
No exit.
The sea ran in and out over a larger than usual distance.
They began to head North.
It really was such a contrast.
The serenity of the calm day and anger of a lumpy bumpy sea.
The Fraggle Rock Dog came over.
He was an unusual Dog.
A mop of scraggy hair, a beard and piercing blue eyes.
He looked like some sort of explorer.
A Polar explorer maybe?
The dog looked Beach Buoy directly in the eyes as he stroked it's head.
In that one look, the dog shared stories of a hundred beaches.
The Skylarks had been quiet for a while.
The weather had been quite inclement.
They sang today.
Others headed back north.
One man and his dog, and another and another.
If someone goes to the trouble of standing a driftwood post in the sand.
Then it must be photographed.
It's Blog Law.
A man walked the water's edge with his Border Collie, taking photographs of his dog as they walked.
A sit and thinker had thought and sat long enough.
She headed back north with sea and thoughts for company.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked towards the beach access ramp.
Last of the summer wine...
Beach Buoy's beach pal.
BEACH BUOY.
