Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog arrived in the beach car park at 6-43 a.m.
Beach Buoy was more than a little surprised to see that the large car park was empty.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back to the North.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed for the sea.
By the time they had reached the water's edge, Mr. Gunn / Nunn and Alfie coming down the beach access ramp.
The tide was well in.
The air was still with a hint of chill.
The sun was already up, angled beams of light shone down.
Clouds act as photographic filters.
The Wind Turbines turned slowly.
Beach Buoy and the Dogs walked the water's edge in the glorious light.
The sea to their left.
Singing Skylarks to the right.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn stopped for a chat.
They talked about steam off the sea, the light and how lucky they were to live near to the sea.
Beach Buoy told the take that he would live in a shack by the sea rather than a mansion in the countryside.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn agreed.
"Enjoy your walk."
"You too."
Mr. Gunn/Nunn and Alfie headed off on their circular walk.
In next to no time they were through the gap between the grey rocks and the dunes.
Gone.
Out of sight but not out of mind.
A man appeared ahead with three large dogs, all off the lead.
He threw a ball in Beach Buoy's direction.
Thankfully his dogs had more sense than he did.
They caused no trouble.
They headed back into the dunes.
7-28 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Moments later the Sun broke free of the low-lying clouds.
As it did so, the Skylarks song became more intense and more melodic.
The narrow beach was becoming busier.
"See you mate."
They returned to the sands.
They began a slow walk back at the water's edge.
They had their sunshine shadows for company.
A wet dog came around from behind them.
It dropped its ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
It was the very very wet Retriever.
Beach Buoy turned.
He gently kicked the ball towards the friendly dog's owner.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy introduced Borrowed Dog.
The owner headed off North, throwing the ball into the sea for his dog as he progressed.
He wore a bright yellow hat.
"Excellent work." Beach Buoy said to himself.
Beach Buoy and the dogs followed behind at a slower pace.
The very very wet Retriever loves the sea.
It was farther out than some deals that Beach Buoy had seen.
In time, Team Muzzled Dog appeared.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy as he raised an arm.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy and the dogs returned to the van.
Beach Buoy drank coffee as he watched people walk the beach and Promenade.
He nodded off.
The Sun shone.
The sea sparkled.
BEACH BUOY.
