Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in the beach car park.
It was 5-54 a.m.
A C Moon looked down from above the dunes.
A young couple were sat on the Promenade wall, waiting for the sunrise.
6-06 a.m.
The Sun rose.
BELLE
AND
WILL
were written in large letters on the beach.
A dune dweller checked his photograph of the sunrise before heading off.
Never, ever trust those dune dwellers.
The tide was well out.
The 7 a.m. club were to the south.
The sun was gorgeous.
The air was still with a chill.
Out in the bay the turbines turned slowly as they looked south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The sun kissed the dune edge.
The C Moon began to fade.
They climbed up the Sandy Slope.
6-27 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sipped coffee as the 7a.m. club waved distantly from the beach below.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A rucksack and Rottweiler were up ahead.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had headed south.
They walked between the World War Two Tank Traps.
They lay across the southern end of the beach like giant rough and tumbled dice.
Beach Buoy found a starfish.
He placed it in a rockpool.
It was obvious that the creature was dead.
Itay motionless like a concert pianist's hand waiting for a nod from the conductor.
He watched the flight of the Sand Martins.
Daylight Bats.
He counted about ten in total.
They walked alongside the Pier.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog as they passed.
He sensed that he waved back.
A Lowry cloud man ran to catch a bus.
Back in the van.
Rita the meter maid headed by on her usual route.
Little People walked the Promenade wall.
They have to come out early or not at all.
BEACH BUOY.
