A man in a flat cap headed back from the newsagents.
Carton of milk in one hand, newspaper in the other.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach Car Park at 6-19 a.m.
Sunrise was to be at 6-25.
It was foggy visibility was poor.
The air was still and muggy.
It was more of a mist than a fog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Beach Buoy could hear the 7 a.m. whistling to Mari,the free spirit big friendly poodle to head back to base.
The sea was as flat as it was grey.
The underbelly of a passing aeroplane reflected a hidden sun.
For a while it looked like a shooting star.
A hidden sunrise made the clouds glow.
Three people and three dogs walked south on the strand-line.
The Sun cleared the low cloud.
Rays of light radiated from it like a child-drawn sun.
It hung in the sky directly above the Sea Serpent Marker.
Overhead, two Oyster Catchers seemed to echo off one another.
99 Gulls lined the water's edge.
It was one of those mornings when the Sun looked like a different planet.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
6-54 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat having a wobbly coffee on the wobbly driftwood plank.
A golden pathway stretched out from the Sun.
A large fly hung upside down on a long blade of Marram Grass.
Beach Buoy wondered if it saw the sunrise as a sunset?
It reminded Beach Buoy of the lyrics of a John Prince song...
" A clown wears his make up on upside down.
So even when he wears a smile he wears a frown."
A forest of twenty seven Wind Turbines began to clear in the golden mist.
The Sun slipped into higher cloud but it's glow remained
A bit like when that someone special leaves the room.
On the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple turned at the grey rocks and began to head back northwards.
One man and his dog headed south at a distance.
Unexplained rumbles travelled from the Headland.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Not too distant waves were added.
Beach Buoy stood up to go.
He stretched.
"See you mate."
He looked upwards.
Fittingly, a cloud heart hung above Stubborn Dog Stack.
That stubborn little dog will always be missed.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered along to the sandy slope, dropping back down onto the beach.
Beach Buoy decided.
If he ever does write that book;
Am on Beach.
The follow up will be called.
Instant Coffee and Filtered Photographs.
They began their usual slow walk back.
Beach fishermen tried their luck further north than Beach Buoy would have expected.
It was an atmospheric scene.
Beach Buoy went fishing as a child on Pier and in boat.
He couldn't do it now.
They reached the beach access ramp.
A lady shouted like a witch at her German Shepherd.
The Sun returned.
Laughter came from a group of eight ladies
They were sat on the dune edge.
It looked like a beach breakfast club.
Excellent.
Beach Buoy sat in the van.
It was warming up.
He lowered the front windows.
The man that chats to Beach Buoy now and again on the beach as he walks his Beagle, leant into the van.
"My dog died.
It was only six years old."
They had a long conversation about dogs, life and death.
He had already got another dog.
"It's in the car.
A Spaniel puppy."
BEACH BUOY.
