Sunday.
Beach Buoy clicked the switch on the kettle at 6 a.m.
As the water came to the boil, Beach Buoy looked out of a window.
The Bay's sky was cream with
"Rain later." clouds.
Gulls cried.
Another Dog hadn't budged.
She half-opened one eye
Beach Buoy tried everything to tempt her.
She loves the beach, just hates preparing to go.
She wasn't going anywhere today.
It was odd, driving to the beach alone.
Some of the streetlights were still illuminated.
A ball-shaped lamp at the start of the sea front, looked like a captured moon.
Two campervans were already in the car park.
Alone, together.
6-31a.m.
A dogless man headed for the sea.
It was Beach Buoy.
The tide was well in.
Two Oyster Catchers passed as they headed north.
A magnolia and grey sky, their backdrop.
Beach Buoy headed south.
The 7 a.m. club headed north.
Two worlds collided.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy explained the lack of dog whilst Mari the poodle was over the moon to have Beach Buoy's full attention.
They put both worlds to rights before heading off with goodbyes heading out to sea.
A Lone Curlew called as it headed inland, overhead.
Below Beach Buoy searched the shingle as he walked.
The early morning sun slipped into the clouds.
It felt milder.
No hoods.
No gloves today.
Beach Buoy found some bits and bobs.
He headed to the stack.
"Morning Mate, just me and you today "
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was just after 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy looked around.
Small tufts of Marram Grass were curved, like quotation marks.
The dunes had nothing to say.
The sea speaks.
He drank coffee.
He watched the sea.
He remembered.
Shafts of angled sunlight broke through the clouds.
The dunes remained silent.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
A slow walk back.
For a moment, Beach Buoy lived in an imaginary post card.
History.
Captured in a moment in time.
A man with a Beagle asked were Another Dog was.
Beach Buoy told the story that he had shared with the 7 a.m. club and also Team Muzzle Dog.
A couple headed south.
One wore Khaki, the other mustard.
Beach Buoy returned to the van.
The little people walked the promenade wall.
BEACH BUOY.
🚐🏴☠️
