Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 6-27 a.m.
The air was still and cold.
There were more Gulls than clouds up above as they walked towards the beach.
The street lights were still illuminated, but unneeded.
A speeding BMW went by.
It sounded as if it had a mechanical issue.
It was just the drum beat to loud early morning music.
A lady walked her greyhound.
Beach Buoy sees her most mornings as he drives to work.
Today they were dog walkers both.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-42 a.m.
They had passed the man who walks the car park perimeter a number of time each day as he listens to music or maybe a talking book?
A one man 7 a.m. club was walking the water's edge.
He looked over to Beach Buoy as if wanting to chat.
Beach Buoy walked over.
They chatted.
They talked about Dune erosion.
History.
Beach Buoy informed him that the stack was his doing.
The reason.
The name.
Lots of people had asked about it apparently.
They wished each other well before heading their separate ways.
The grey sea rolled in.
A greying Beach Buoy walked on.
The sun broke free of the low could
at 7-07 a.m.
The grey sea turned gold.
It was a peaceful walk south.
The sandy slope was steep.
Beach Buoy ended up crawling up on hands and knees.
Another Dog waited at the top.
She wasn't impressed.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones that he had collected.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
It was most welcome.
It was chilly.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They paused to chat to Mr.Gunn/ Nunn.
It was a lovely chat.
On the way to the Promenade they passed Team Muzzled Dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy crossed the car park as a man walked the perimeter, wired for sound.
BEACH BUOY.
