It was after midnight when Beach Buoy went to bed.
He woke at 1-20.
He woke at 3.
He laid and laid.
He was going to go for Sunrise but dawdled.
He came down about sunrise time.
He made a flask of coffee.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 4-57 a.m.
They weren't the first.
It looked like the tide was well out.
A young couple dried and dressed near the dunes after a sunrise swim.
A Mother and two young kids went to claim the sea.
Joyful screeches filled the air as they entered the water.
The tide was well out.
The bay glowed orange.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south near the strand-line.
Team Distant Wave were heading north down by the sea.
Distant waves were exchanged.
They were the only waves around as the sea was calm.
Beach Buoy walked and paused, he paused and walked.
Beach Buoy walked down to the water's edge.
The sun was shielded by cloud.
It was already hot.
The Sea Serpent warmed himself on the surface.
Once more, a fish jumped clear of the sea.
A random beam of bright sunlight lit up the sea front houses.
The stream of Little Terns was constant.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 5-37 a.m.
Beach Buoy sat in a stack stone, drinking coffee.
The coffee view was splendid.
Another Dog sat in her own little world for a while.
After a twenty minute sit and think, Beach Buoy stood up.
"See you mate."
They headed north, back to the sandy slope
Some of the dune grasses had seed heads.
They looked dramatic.
Clouds behind seemed to carry the theme on ?
They returned to the beach.
Hugo's paw prints from earlier seemed to run into the sea.
The tide was claiming them step by step.
They clung to the water's edge.
Up ahead, the 7 a m. Club cut short their walk, heading back north earlier than usual.
Beach Buoy made a note.
25/6/23.
Skylarks still sang.
Beach Buoy went up to the dune edge to do a beach clean.
You are what you leave behind.
T
R
A
S
H
TRASH.
All now in bin.
Coffee in van with the fan on.
Beach Buoy popped back on the Promenade.
Sunny Seaton Carew.
Becoming busy now.
A big camera for such Little Terns.
A man asked if the van was for sale.
Nopey nope.
BEACH BUOY.
