Beach Buoy was up by 4-26 a.m.
He drank coffee and caught up on blog as he waited and waited for the slightest hint of daylight.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a chilly beach car park at 7-03 a.m.
A man with two poodles was walking thr Promenade.
North to South.
South to North.
Another man stood next to an open car door.
He threw an unseen ball with one of those arm extensions for an unseen dog.
A flashing collar chased the thrown ball.
A man with two Poodles went to the southernmost end of the Promenade.
They turned.
They headed back northwards.
The man who used to wear headphones on his walks around the perimeter of the car park over and over again passed by.
He was doing his usual route.
Beach Buoy presumed that the Gentleman had swapped to earplugs for his music / talking book?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the access ramp, post-faff at 7-14 a.m.
The man with the unseen ball was heading for the beach too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Alright."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
An aeroplane's vapour trail headed for orange.
The tide was well out.
The air was chilly.
The lady from Team Muzzled Dog passed by near the dune edge jogged by with her Border Collie.
Short distanced waves and a "Morning" were shared.
Shortly afterwards, the gentleman from Team Muzzled Dog passed by with Muzzled Dog.
The same greetings were shared once more.
Down by the water's edge, two joggers began to walk.
A lady almost matched south.
Another lady with a Spaniel also headed south but a slower pace.
It slowly became lighter.
Up near the dune edge, stood a lady in a long brown and black coat.
She watched her dog dig dog-dug holes in the sand.
Her hands were behind her back, signalling to Beach Buoy at least that she had all the time in the world.
No rush.
Beach Buoy gave Stubborn Dog Stack a distant Waves as they passed on the draining beach below.
More aeroplanes raced impatiently to the light.
Their routes plotted like aerial sat-navs.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle.
Jackpot.
A sea-alley.
Mr.Gunn/Nunn approached from the north with his excellent dog Alfie.
The two men chatted as Beach Buoy gave Alfie a shoulder scratch.
It took a while for the little dog to want to come say hello.
At first he would just trot by at a distance.
They went their separate ways.
It was 8-06 a.m.
The Sun cleared North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog clambered the dune edge. They headed north to Stubborn Dog Stack.
A man with a Spaniel and an orange coat headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A lady with an Alsatian passed by at distance, across the dunes.
8-18 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Another Dog sat on the dune sand, sniffing the air.
Beach Buoy drank a wobbly coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
They watched as two walked southwards along the water's edge.
"See you mate."
They made their way back to the beach below.
In the distance, to the North, two horses ambled along.
Beach Buoy did their usual slow walk back.
They climbed the access ramp.
Beach Buoy placed his beach clean items in the bin.
The sound of the 8-45 Village Church Bells drifted across the car park as they reached the van.
BEACH BUOY.
