Beach Buoy and Another Dog were on the Promenade at 5-20 a.m.
The car park was empty.
A long narrow cloud blocked the sun.
The tide was well out.
It left behind a patterned beach.
A fresh breeze blew from the west.
Little Terns flew back and forth with their catch.
The industrial markers have gone.
To some eyes it may look more pleasing but the industry meant so much.
Beach Buoy thought how odd it will be the next time that he does a daft drawing of the south.
They headed southwards.
Theirs were the first prints on today's tidal sands.
For a drawing later.
The only other on the beach sat looking at their phone on the last of the dune grass.
A rainbow stretched out to the West.
Sand Martins flew low, close to the dune edge.
Their darting sunshine shadows, that were cast on the height of the dune edge, copied every twist and turn.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 5-59 a.m.
Beach Buoy sat a while.
He watched the sea and sky.
He watched the Sand Martins swoop by.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Gannets, too distant for a phone camera, plunged into the sea.
They eventually moved north across the bay towards Hartlepool, closer to shore too.
Originally, Beach Buoy thought that there was only a couple of them.
He reckoned later there was about a dozen.
Hopefully the Dolphins will return soon.
They shared a distant "Morning!"
with the 7 a.m.
Club.
Access Ramp Rainbow.
They crossed below the rainbow.
Beach Buoy made a milky coffee in the van as he watched a regular line of beach regulars arrive.
BEACH BUOY.
