Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at
5-50 a.m.
Three disappointed sunrise seekers rested on the promenade wall.
Low cloud on the horizon had claimed the Sun.
Four others stood by the sea.
Two sat in no man's lands in the middle of the beach, hoods up against the breeze from the west.
The tide was well out.
A man and his dot to dot Dog headed for the car park.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, close to the dune edge.
The 7 a.m. club weren't too far behind.
Mari, the friendly poodle came to say hello before disappearing to investigate an overnight tent pitched in a dip in the dunes.
6-25 a.m.
" Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone
He placed the wobbly driftwood plank on Stubborn Dog Stack and drank a wobbly coffee.
Two men with three dogs headed south
They paused to chat with the 7 a.m.
Club.
The sun broke free from the cloud.
Out in the bay, a small boat that had gone unseen, shone like a jewel as the morning sun reflected on its wheelhouse windows.
The boat changed direction.
The angles had changed.
It became unseen once more.
The breeze seemed to pick up a little?
The dune Marram Grass danced like the flames of a fire.
Beach Buoy pulled up his single hood
Think, think and think.
He felt like Pooh Bear.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They headed north.
Beach Buoy paused and gave the biggest of stretches.
He yawned a loud yawn.
He placed his hands on his head and wondered how many more beach visits he had left in the tank?
All days are numbered.
Make them count.
They headed back to the van.
Team Muzzled Dog were up ahead.
BEACH BUOY.
