It was a new beach note book day.
The excitement levels were set to ten.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
A silver pickup truck sped into the car park before them.
A white van was waiting in the car park for it to arrive
It's side door already open.
The drivers chatted as Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 6 a.m.
The Sun was just about to rise.
The Sun peaked over the horizon as they took aim at the water's edge.
The tide was well out.
In next to no time the sun was free of the horizon's shackles.
The Sun was destined for the clouds, but to be fair, the clouds were gorgeous too.
Runway.
Run away.
The 7 a.m. club came along from the North.
Team Distant Wave were to the South.
"Hugo!"
One of the 7 a.m. club shouted.
The large friendly rescue dog bounded along the beach like a racehorse.
It was welcomed warmly by the Club.
After a fuss from them, it trotted over to see Beach Buoy.
He made a fuss of him too.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning Paul."
"Morning. Isn't it gorgeous?"
Team Distant Wave and the 7 a.m. club became one.
Beach Buoy left them chatting.
He headed to the water's edge.
Out in the bay, the Wind Turbines turned slowly.
Back on the beach the air was still.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to walk the Sandy Slope.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
The man with a Rucksack and Rottweiler appeared.
They had a lovely chat for around twenty minutes.
By the time the Gentleman headed off, the two knew each other's story.
Beach Buoy sipped coffee.
He watched as he new acquaintances headed north until they become dots in the distance of a seaside village scene.
Skylarks sang.
Pheasants tried to.
"See you mate."
They returned to the vast beach.
Beach Buoy waved to the Sea Serpent before turning back to wave at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The other beach early birds had gone
It was just them and A N OTHER.
Another Dog played with a Beach-found ball.
It was a glorious start to the day.
In time The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came along.
They headed South, searching along the strand-line.
A Murder of Beach Crows plotted;
The Great Cat Treat Homicide.
Team Muzzled Dog joined the beach from the North.
More pieces in the game of beach chess.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the access ramp.
A gent that looked like Andy Capp spoke with a southern accent.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The litter pick lady was along the Promenade with her little dog with a hatred of Shitzus.
Beach Buoy made coffee.
He sat in the vacant passenger seat.
Another Dog was asleep in the back, in Stubborn Dog's favourite spot.
Beach Buoy pulled out the armrests on the van's seat.
A hood went up.
Nod.
He woke to see the litter pick lady waving as she headed to the rubbish bin.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple crossed the car park.
They walked and talked.
They talked and walked.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
BEACH BUOY.
