Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-21 a.m.
The car park was as dark as night.
There was a hint of rhubarb colours on the horizon.
A torch headed to the south end of the promenade.
It turned at the end of promenade wall, returning north.
Beach Buoy lowered the van's passenger side window so Another Dog could sniff the air.
There was a rush of cold air.
Beach Buoy went and sat on the side step of the van as he changed into his beach boots
He dropped the boots on to the car park tarmac.
In the darkness he picked up the left boot first, in error.
He dropped it back to the floor, after all we all know what happens if you put your left shoe on first.
Eventually, they headed to the beach access ramp.
Silouettes and flashing dog collar lights were at the water's edge.
It was the 7 a m. Club and the man with a Rotwieller and a Rucksack.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The 7 a.m. club headed north.
The with a Rotwieller and a Rucksack through a stick into the sea for a flashing red light to chase.
Clear sky but low cloud on the horizon.
The dark sand was flat.
The air was cold.
Two hoods were up.
Gloves would have been a good idea.
Beach Buoy stuffed his hands into orange-coloured pockets.
So despite the cold and dark, Another Dog seemed happy to be on the beach as they hadn't been able to make it for a couple of days.
Two colour-changing lights shone on Another Dog's harness.
Beach Buoy is sad enough to have bought one for his beach bag too.
Driftwood.
Six Crows and a Lone Gull picked and pecked at the strand-line.
As they approached The Sandy Slope, Beach Buoy could see that the sea had returned sand to the dune edge.
Like a borrowing neighbour, "Here is that twenty ton of sand l borrowed."
Less of the low lying grey rocks were visible.
They climbed the slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
Stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank.
He double checked the amount of wobble before sitting having signed an imaginary disclaimer.
All bottoms parked at owners risk.
He drank coffee.
It went down well it was the first of the day.
He sat watching the Wind Turbines spun out in the bay.
The flashing red light on the Sea Serpent Marker began to fade as daylight came slowly.
Another Dog was becoming anxious.
Beach Buoy scooped her up to show her the beach below.
Others were on their way.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Part of Team Muzzled Dog jogged by
" Morning!"
"Hiya."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed north.
The remainder of Team Muzzled Dog walked at the base of the dunes.
Distant Waves were exchanged.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed south.
Dune dwellers dwelled on the dunes.
A couple headed south with their dog.
Beach Buoy was constantly checking back to the south to see just what the Sun was up to.
Dune dwellers were drawn to the sea and Sun.
The Village Church Bells rang out for
7-45 a.m.
The dune dwellers scampered back to the dune as if under curfew.
A Parcel of four Oyster Catchers stood at the water's edge as if waiting for a postman.
The important text.
A beach walker stops in his tracks to look at his mobile phone.
Slow walk back.
Sea front widows reflected the Sun's light.
The man who once had four dogs, walked three in the distance.
Part of Team Mick Aston Jumper passed.
"Morning."
"Morning, chilly isn't it?"
A short walk on and another part of Team Mick Aston Jumper passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning, chilly isn't it?"
Purdy and her Mam came down the access ramp.
Jasper the dog-sat Spaniel came too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They had a short discussion about how chilly it was.
Beach Buoy donated a beach found ball from the half dozen or so in his bag for the excited Spaniel to chase.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the van.
Beach Buoy rested a while before making a milky coffee.
It was still early.
BEACH BUOY.
