Beach Buoy had been up since stupid o'clock.
He caught up with the blog.
Another Dog went back to bed.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 6-47 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked to the southernmost end of the promenade.
She had a companion today, no torch.
Beach Buoy faffed on, readying for the beach.
A cyclist also went to the southernmost end of the promenade, then turned north.
By the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the sand it was 6-59.
The last high tide must have been both high and rough?
Beach-trapped water was way up near the ramp.
It was a calm morning but even in the half light, Beach Buoy could see that there was an angry sea out in the bay.
It was indeed a rough sea on a calm day.
A man headed north with two white dogs.
He wore a black coat and a orange hood.
"Alright there?"
Beach Buoy waved.
Heading south.
A lady with two black dogs was also walking southwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved up onto the dune edge, out of the way.
She went ahead.
She headed back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Crows on the strand-line.
At times the rough sea hid the horizon.
It seemed as if the sea had delivered a coarser sand, more gritty than usual.
They headed to The Sandy Slope.
The sand that arrived yesterday had gone. There were more stones than ever to clamber over.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-28.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
He drank a wobbly driftwood coffee.
Down on the beach below the differing sections of Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They cut through between the grey rocks and the dune edge.
They hadn't noticed Beach Buoy.
An aeroplane travelled southwards, leaving the slightest of vapour trails.
A lady turned up on the beach below the stack.
She stood at the water's edge taking photographs of the morning glow.
She returned North.
She hadn't noticed Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy decided to head back.
"See you mate."
As they headed north. Beach Buoy kept checking back.
The Sun had began to show.
The Sun delivered weak sunshine shadows.
It offered a footpath to visit too... maybe one day.
A lady in a black coat headed south.
A lady in a bobble hat and a yellow coat headed south too.
Up on the dune edge, a man walked a brown and white Spaniel.
The dog's tail reminded Beach Buoy of the propeller on a toy aircraft, with an elastic band for a motor.
Hidden Sun once more.
A family set up a large blue and white stripped blanket on the dune heights.
Picnic breakfast perhaps ?
Others head south.
Team Mick Aston Jumper.
They had said their Good Mornings as they passed.
Slow walk back.
Big Sun.
Little People.
BEACH BUOY.
