Beach Buoy had been up since 1-28 a.m.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 4-29.
A man with a VW Caddy watched the Little Terns as he stood on the Promenade.
Three headed back to the car park after a pre-sunrise swim.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the access ramp as the swimmers dried themselves on the sand out of shoes bench.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began a slow walk south.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Little Terns filled the early morning sky.
A warm breeze blew from the south.
Two sunrise seekers were behind Beach Buoy.
The North.
One of the many Little Terns.
Beach Buoy paused to witness the Sunrise.
Beach Buoy never tires of seeing the Sun come up over the horizon.
In time the Sun cleared the horizon.
It was soon partially hidden by two long clouds.
Little Terns worked the water's edge.
The sunrise seekers turned back towards the car park.
The Sun cleared the clouds.
To the north
99 Gulls stood by the sea.
Beach Buoy was keen not to be the one to disturb them.
He and Another Dog sat down by the dune edge.
It was 4-49 a.m.
Coffee and beach notes.
With a good sniffs thrown in for good measure.
Another Dog dug a hole and sat in it.
Beach Buoy watched the sea.
He watched the 99 Gulls.
As one landed another seemed to take flight.
It wasn't cold but Beach Buoy pulled two hoods up.
Tent mode.
He folded his arms infront of himself.
A self-hug.
The Gulls took flight.
They flew here, there and everywhere.
It was 5-35 a.m.
It had been a good sit and think.
They took flight too
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 5-42 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The tide was well out.
They had beach access to North Gare Pier.
Theirs were the first prints of the day.
A blank canvas.
The Tank Traps and Sand Martin Corner.
Together.
6-11 a.m.
North Gare Pier.
Waves rolled in.
Sand Martin.
Beach Buoy stood on the Pier.
Eyes closed, hands in pockets.
A delightful breeze calmed a headache.
They turned to head back north.
Beach Buoy stayed up a height as three strangers and their dogs passed by.
They came.
They went.
Beach Buoy beachcleaned a ghostfishing item from the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy dragged the beachcleaned item back as Dolphins broke the surface of the bay.
The very very wet Retriever.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A slow walk back.
Beach Buoy drank coffee in the van as Rita the Meter Maid did her rounds.
The view from the van.
BEACH BUOY.
