Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-05 a.m.
Beach Buoy faffed on.
99 Starlings sat on the Promenade wall watching the faff in progress.
It was almost sunrise.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
A man walked ahead then broke into a jog as he approached the sea.
It reminded Beach Buoy of those stickers that you see, where a sea creature walks from the sea to become a human, only in reverse.
Up ahead, a young lady crouched down at the water's edge.
She was taking photographs of the sea the sky and eventually, the Sun.
They headed south along the water's edge as the Sun appeared.
A man walking North along the water's edge with his two dogs, raised an arm of recognition to Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy did likewise.
His two dogs trotted alongside.
One was white.
One of its ears was black.
The other dog was a sand-coloured Labrador.
The dog was so pleased with itself as it carried a burst football from south to north.
One-nil.
The tide was coming in.
A lady overtook Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
She had no dog.
Perhaps happy childhood memories were with her?
Beach Buoy had moved up to the dune edge to allow the lady space.
The altered dunes rose from sand level up as high as a house.
It brought to mind, a backbone of a long-necked and long gone dinosaur that was feeding.
The landscape or sandscape was almost unrecognisable.
Ankle breaking rocks led the way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy tried to work out just where the stack was in relation to the beach.
Eventually they found a possible route.
Beach Buoy scooped up Another Dog, placing her up on the dune edge.
Beach Buoy managed to scramble up.
It wasn't very dignified to be honest.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-38 a.m.
The wobbly driftwood plank was already laid on top of the stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones, he rearranged a few other.
He patted
THE
stone.
The dune edge was closer to the stack now than it had ever been.
Three long steps and you would be on the beach below.
It was quite a drop now.
Beach Buoy positioned the wobbly driftwood plank correctly.
He sat.
He drank coffee
He thought.
He rembered things that he had forgotten.
He tried to forget the things he had remembered.
The air was still.
It was fresh but not cold.
The Wind Turbines out in the bay faced the south as if scanning the horizon for a breeze.
"See you mate "
They searched for a safe way down to the beach.
The sandy slope was now a vertical drop, over two metres high.
Back to the beach it was then.
The contours of the beach and dunes that Beach Buoy had known like the back of his hand were now that of someone else's foot.
They headed back northwards.
A man and a dog walked the water's edge south.
The Dog looked like a Fox, but fifty percent larger.
It carried a burst football from south to north.
One all.
After a brief chat, Team Mick Aston Jumper headed southwards.
Beach Buoy was more than delighted to see two of the dogs sporting new, Mick Aston type knitted jumpers.
Both were the same breed as Another Dog.
The owners had discussed the stubbornness of the breed.
Promenade wall coffee.
It was very pleasant.
Another Dog seemed happy enough.
Beach Buoy thought that the moment deserved a card.
He tried to imagine the scene.
Beach Buoy tried to figure out how his bent, resting leg looked like from the back, for later.
With an unbent leg he headed to the van.
A family with a young children returned to their vehicle.
Early morning buckets and spades put away for next time.
Beach Buoy sat on the side step off the van as he changed out of beach boots.
Mr. Gunn/ Nunn passed by on the promenade.
He came over to chat.
He had parked his car at North Gare Car Park.
There was no parking charges there.... Yet.
Mr. Gunn/Nunn does a circular walk so not much of a change for him having started at 170 degrees rather than top dead centre.
BEACH BUOY.
