Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at an empty car park at 5-29 a.m.
Moments later, the 4x4 Border Collie Couple parked up near the dunes before quickly heading for the sea.
They and their two dogs headed south by the water's edge.
Some prat has removed some of the cones and rope that was put in place to give the Little Terns some extra peace from people leaning on the Promenade wall.
Beach Buoy replaced what he could.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went down the beach access ramp
It was mild, overcast with a light breeze.
Upon reaching the water's edge, Beach Buoy checked to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The 4x4 couple reached the grey rocks before turning for a dune route back to their vehicle.
The southern end of the beach was theirs now.
Well theirs and the seashore wildlife.
A seal bobbed up now and then as it crossed the bay from north to south.
Then there was the constant stream of Busy Little Terns, going to and from the nest site.
It was delightful to have them alongside.
The sea lapped gently like a lakeside.
The curve of the water's edge pleased Beach Buoy.
He would have to bear it in mind when doing his daft drawings.
The Sea Serpent surfaced from time to time.
Another Little Tern returns with its catch to the nest site.
Two more head out for breakfast.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-15 a.m.
Beach Buoy plonked himself down on Stubborn Dog Stack.
He drank coffee as he savoured the bending of the dune grass in the breeze, the ripples on and lapping of a gentle incoming tide.
He watched the almost synchronised turbines turned in the bay.
A one man 7 a.m. club walked as far as the grey rocks on the beach below. The height of the tide would let him go no further on the beach.
He hiked up his pants and returned northwards.
He hadn't seen Beach Buoy up at the stack.
His dog, Mari had, she came to say hello.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of her, as he always does.
She seemed to look a little thin?
Beach Buoy hoped that she was ok.
A man, a stranger to Beach Buoy crossed directly In front of a seated Beach Buoy.
He had a grey and white dog.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy brightly.
The man chose only to speak to his dog.
A Sand Martin zipped by at eye level.
"Dr.Doolittle" headed north.
Beach Buoy rose from the stack as he made the obligatory old man noises.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A lady headed south on the water's edge with her dog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed away from the sea to let them enjoy the space.
The Beachcombing Border Collie couple headed south next.
Beach Buoy headed to the access ramp.
On the way he picked up some more discarded bottles.
As he put them in his beach bag the breeze blew down on the angled bottle neck. They sounded like tiny captured foghorns.
At the access ramp they met Team Muzzled Dog
They all greeted one another.
Then it was back to the van.
Rita the meter maid was on her chosen route.
Water for Another Dog.
A milky coffee for Beach Buoy.
The sun escaped the clouds.
Beach Buoy.
