Beach Buoy had been up since 2-30.
It highlighted another issue with shorter days, later sunrises as well as dark early.
He sat waiting for it to become light.
Sometimes, like life, it can seem darker looking out from the inside.
Just as things can sometimes seem brighter inside when you are on the outside.
You know grass is always greener and all that.
Beach Buoy listened to The Cure and drank milky coffee as he waited for that light to come.
6 a.m.
The first Gull called.
It was still dark.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-18.
The Lady who once fell off her bike on the Promenade, walked the Promenade this morning, torch in hand.
It was grey, mild and breezy.
An illuminated ship headed out to sea.
It looked like a broken section of a Victorian Pier.
Driftwood Sculpture.
Different thoughts from every angle.
They headed south.
It was warmed than the greyness would suggest.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-06 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He has decided to have this morning's coffee at North Gare Pier.
They walked the dune edge.
So far along the route, he could see bonfire flames at Camp Distant Wave.
He turned back to the north.
He would leave them in peace.
Slow walk back.
Team Muzzled Dog passed.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog kept on walking.
Three were in the sea.
Their dog sat beside their piled clothes.
The dog looked uneasy, keen for them to return?
The Bus Station.
Beach Buoy drank his coffee on a curved, not wobbly bench
BEACH BUOY.
