Beach Buoy and Another Dog pulled into an empty car park at 4-41 a.m.
They headed for the beach.
The van has received a good clean.
Beach Buoy had taken the cycle rack off for a bit of a change.
It gave him a chance to multi wax the rear of the van.
It was awkward to clean with the rack in place.
The sunrise came at 4-51.
Sunrise-seeking teenagers cheered from their dune edge camp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the water's edge.
It was a short walk, the tide was well in.
The Sun rose above a calm sea.
There was a slight breeze from the south.
A constant stream of Little Terns went to and from the nest site.
They return journeys included fish passengers.
Out in the bay, only a few of the Wind Turbines turned.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south on the high water's edge.
Up ahead of them, two out of place Pigeons walked slowly along in grey overcoats.
They looked like a couple of 1950's pensioners left behind by a coach trip to the seaside.
Beach Buoy could almost hear the driver say
"We can't wait any longer!"
The dull coloured birds took flight.
Skylarks sang sweetly.
The sea lapped onto the beach like a lakeside.
Beach Buoy plonked himself down on the dune edge.
The early sun had heat.
It was the perfect temperature for the time of day.
It was 5-26 a.m.
The tide was well in.
He sat listening to the Sea and the Skylarks.
He watched The Sea Serpent.
He watched the Industrious Little Terns travel up and down the water's edge.
There was no rush.
He cupped his hands and "washed" his fat face in morning sun.
It felt good, warmed his soul, calmed his heart.
A Seal popped up.
The Seal looked at Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy looked the Seal.
He reached for his phone to take a photograph.
The Seal seemed to sense this?
It disappeared under a nearby breaking wave.
Beach Buoy had a good sit and think.
The Sun and The Sea Serpent.
Eventually they continued south.
The tide had turned.
Theirs were the first prints on today's blank page of sand.
The Sun, filtered now by a touch of low cloud became more silver than gold.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
5-55 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He watched the world for a while.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
The Sun became golden once more.
They had a slow walk back to the north.
They met up with the 7 a m. Club who were heading south
There was a new (To Beach Buoy) member with dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning Paul."
The "newcomers" dog came over to Beach Buoy.
"He's friendly." the owner said reassuringly.
Mari came over for her neck scratch.
She leaned against Beach Buoy's leg and looked up.
"He doesn't even have to give her any treats!"
They had a chat about "No Dolphins yet."
They all said farewell.
Similar beach finds at various points along the water's edge.
Two young men walked to the water's edge.
"F*** off"
Followed by laughter by both.
Beach Buoy went back to the van.
Milk on.
Coffee made.
Mobile beach hut mode.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM COLLECTOR CARD.
SET 1.
PROMENADE FOLK.
CARD No.1.
THE BIRD WATCHER.
Beach Buoy heard voices.
No not that type, real ones.
Team Distant Wave headed along the Promenade, then down the access ramp.
But they were silent.
The always chatting Beachcombing Border Collie Couple arrived on the Promenade.
Their conversation had reached the walkway a good while before they did.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM COLLECTOR CARD.
SET 1.
THE PROMENADE FOLK.
CARD 2.
THE MAN IN A CRASH HELMET.
Beach Buoy went and rested on the Promenade wall as Another Dog slept in the van.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn parked up.
They chatted.
Rita the meter maid walked her walk.
Checking all of the meters for returned coins.
Each meter a marker.
She walks meters and metres.
BEACH BUOY.
