Beach Buoy had been awake since about
4 a.m.
He was up around thirty minutes later.
A storm was blowing outside.
He made a milky coffee inside.
There was no rush to go to the beach.
It looked like daylight might only be a possibility, never mind a sunrise.
The rain came down.
The milky coffee went down.
7-08 a.m.
Beach Buoy put Another Dog into the van.
He could hear voices.
No not those.
It was the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passing the end of the drive on foot.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park.
It was 7-14 a.m.
It was pouring down.
It was dark.
Corsa Van Man arrived with his Border Collie.
They headed along the Promenade as they do.
Beach Buoy could hear the raging sea.
Hints of massive waves began to appear in the increasing light.
Wet silouettes walked a stormy and ever changing water's edge.
Beach Buoy looked over towards The Headland.
All he could make out was The Lighthouse's
One Apple and/ five Apple, flashing light.
Gulls as dark as Crows headed inland.
Corsa Van Man returned.
It had been a short wet walk.
The Border Collie was just focused on the ball.
The weather was secondary.
Purdy and her Mam walked the promenade.
A wave to the van was given a flash of headlights response.
Beach Buoy went to have a closer look at the state of the sea and the beach.
It was still around an hour to high tide.
The sea was almost up to the access ramp.
Another Dog doesn't do wet.
There was hardly any beach to walk anyway.
He returned to the van.
Storm-blown sand made the car look like the beach.
He dicided to drive to The Headland.
BEACH BUOY.
