Beach Buoy was up by 4-08 a.m.
Make coffee.
Catch up with blog.
The first Gull's cry was heard at 5-10.
He made a coffee for his beach bag.
He waited impatiently.
6-38 saw Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrive at the beach car park.
Again, people and dogs walked a dark Promenade.
One man had chosen to lean on the promenade wall and out to see how much sea he could see.
There was a splash of white breaking sea ahead, a splash of orange to the south.
Beach Buoy slid open the side door of the van.
"Let the faff begin!"
The lady who once fell off her bike walked southwards along the promenade with her companion.
No lit torch today
They were all a little later this morning.
After taking faffing to new levels, Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached sand at 6-50.
They headed for flat, tidal sand.
It's easier to walk on in the half light.
The tide was way out.
The air was still but cold.
A couple walking the water's edge made 102 resting Gulls take flight.
They headed south, midway between the sea and the strand-line.
Up on the strand-line, a lady walked her dog southwards too.
Down by the sea a jogger also headed south in silence
Behind him, two men changed from joggers to walkers and back again constantly.
When they walked they still half shouted to one another as though still jogging, still breathless.
Beach Buoy switched off for a while.
No notes.
Just take in the there and now.
The gorgeous glowing and increasing light.
The simplicity of the sea.
The sights.
The sounds
The peacefulness, not a choice given to so many.
Back in blog land...
The Jogger and the two vociferous beach walkers/ joggers headed back north together.
Beach Buoy waved up to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed by below.
The couple that had disturbed 103 Gulls headed back north.
Their Black Labrador was friendly enough but come over to Beach Buoy, barking.
"Sorry. He's been a bit of a f***y today. He's usually O.K." said the man.
The lady added,"He's running around like he owns the beach."
A man had set up a tripod near to the fencing on North Gare Pier.
He was aiming to catch the sunrise not fish.
Beach Buoy sat with a coffee and Another Dog.
A silvery sea looked turbulent on an otherwise calm morning.
Twenty seven wind turbines stood idle as the sea hit the Pier, then rose upwards.
The Sun rose above the Pier and a Photographer.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog rose to head back via Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed grey rocks, then walked the dunes.
Across a dip, Beach Buoy's Sunlight shadow appeared as if coming to meet them from the north.
Beach Buoy waved.
His sunshine shadow waved back.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added a couple of stones that he had placed in his beach bag when they were down by the tank traps.
He patted
THE
stone.
After a bit of a think...
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
It was a gorgeous start to the day.
A couple headed south, their dog behind, playing catch-up.
The tide was way out.
South of
THE
Seaton Carew Wreck,
the timbers of another wreck are briefly exposed.
As soon as the tide releases it, it begins to reclaim it once more.
The wreck and the Sun.
The corrugation.
Beach Buoy checked south.
They continued their slow walk back.
As they reached the Promenade, the four ladies who walk the Promenade together did just that.
BEACH BUOY.
