Beach Buoy woke
He sat up on the edge of the bed.
It was early, still dark.
Thanks to a partially open Venetian blind and a nearby streetlight, his shadow was waiting for him there on the wall.
"Shall we go to the beach?"
the shadow asked.
"Let's."
said Beach Buoy.
They reached the beach car park
at 6-05 a.m.
A low mist hung over the golf course.
The Council Sweeping Truck seemed to be driving set patterns as it cleaned the car park.
It did sound like something was stuck in the brushes.
It clattered past a overnight motorhome.
The 7 a.m. club walked southwards on the water's edge.
The tide was well out.
It was mild, still and slightly muggy.
A faint blush of pink gave a hint as to the Sun's location.
Low cloud had claimed the sunrise.
A Sea Serpent Pup scampered back to the sea.
Or maybe it was just driftwood and a wandering imagination?
It was a Sea Serpent Pup.
A family with small children headed to the sea.
To the south, the low mist that had shrouded the golf course seemed to be spilling across the dunes down onto the beach below.
There was a canny depth to the morning's seacoal.
Part of this morning's beach clean.
Disposable Vapes.
Who thought that they would be a good idea?
A Ship left the River behind.
6-34 a.m.
The tip of the Sun peaked above the low cloud.
The 7 a.m club stopped the chat.
He whistled Mari the big friendly poodle.
"She's up in the dunes trying to cadge something to eat off the campers.
Send her on her way if you see her."
Beach Buoy continued south for a short while.
There she was up by the overnight tents in the dunes.
The campfire breakfast must have caught her attention?
She trotted off in search of a northbound
7 a m. Club.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
The bay view was breathtaking.
The two barefoot ladies headed north along the water's edge.
6-57 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat down to enjoy a wobbly driftwood plank coffee.
"My Goodness!"
The combination of low mist and sunlight was almost too good to be true.
It was almost perfect.
Almost.
One man and his dog walked south.
One man and his dog walked south.
One man and his dog walked south.
To be clear that was three men with three dogs, walking south.
They all seemed to be walking at a set distance of around 500 metres from one another.
The Village was partially hidden by the low mist.
Beach Buoy sat drinking instant coffee as he filtered photographs on his phone.
The mist that had claimed the village to a certain height, left rooftops looking like a Distant Island Kingdom...
SEATONIA.
"See you mate."
A slow walk back began.
In the distance the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple approached.
They had an extra dog for company today.
They walked and talked their way south.
The two barefoot ladies overtook a dawdling Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
The overnight dune campers had began to pack up.
The walk felt special.
It was a beautiful way to start the day.
They headed back to the van.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the van.
He made a milky coffee.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple crossed the car park.
Horses came up the access ramp.
A paddle boarder headed out to a mirror-like sea.
Nearby a horse and buggy were being prepared for a beach walk.
It was such a nice morning Beach Buoy finished his coffee on the Promenade wall.
He just watched the day unfold.
BEACH BUOY.
