Beach Buoy had been up until after midnight, drawing.
He woke and thought to himself
5-08 spot on.
He reached for his mobile phone to check the time.
5-08.
Spot on.
He went downstairs.
He made coffee and prepared to go to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They had set off at 5-53 a.m.
They reached the car park at 6-08.
Beyond the Promenade wall, Little Terns patrolled their air space.
The 7 a m. Club were already well south.
The 4x4 Border Collie were beyond them.
A man on a bike cycled to the south end of the Promenade.
He dismounted.
He leaned on the wall, looking across the beach.
The tide was well in.
Beach Buoy paused
It had rained overnight.
The air was fresh but not chilled.
Quiet to the north.
A couple of sunrise seekers had been sat watching the sun.
They headed south.
The 7 a.m. club and the 4x4 Border Collie Couple where up ahead.
Little Terns filled the air.
It looked like parents were teaching the young where to fly to?
Where to fish?
Up ahead the 4x4 Border Collie Couple returned north via the dunes.
In time the 7 a.m. club came by.
Mari the big friendly poodle came up to Beach Buoy. She leaned against his leg and looked up as he gave her a neck scratch.
"Tell you what Paul, you certainly have the X-factor."
They chatted about tides and tall ships before going their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-43.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate "
The returned to the beach below.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog sat on the dune edge in front of Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
A lady with a Spaniel passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
He watch as seven Oyster Catchers flew south.
A Cormorant crossed the bay like a skimmed stone.
Tugs waited for a red ship to arrive.
A fish jumped clear of the sea just ahead of them.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple walked the water's edge.
They turned at the Grey Rocks before heading back north.
Team Muzzled Dog came along from the north.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
They headed further south via the dune edge.
Beach Buoy sat watching a jack-up vessel lift anchor and head for the river like a modern day tall ship.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head North.
They walked along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy looked across the bay.
The tall ships had began to head out.
Beach Buoy won't be going to see them.
He didn't last time they came.
Mr Gunn/Nunn came by.
He had that relieved look of recent retirement.
He told Beach Buoy that the drawing that he had done for him had taken pride of place.
They went their separate ways.
A very small friendly black dog came over.
The owner and Beach Buoy chatted a while.
BEACH BUOY.
