It had been another rubbish sleep.
Beach Buoy had been up an age.
He drove around.
Eventually he parked up at the beach car park.
It was 6-15 a.m.
Three weeks until sunrise
That's how it felt.
One torch headed south then north along the dark dark promenade.
A van pulled up alongside.
A police van.
Three policemen with very bright torches headed north along the promenade.
Beach Buoy made and drank a milky coffee.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-25.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He drank wobbly driftwood coffee.
An Alsatian appeared.
It's lady owner appeared.
Beach Buoy felt like he had to explain his situation.
He told her about Stubborn Dogs ashes being there.
That he comes to see him.
She surprised Beach Buoy by saying her dogs ashes were there too.
Jack.
She comes to see him usually on a Saturday.
She went onto say that a Stone dedicated to Jack had gone missing.
She and her Alsatian headed south through the dunes.
Beach Buoy was surprised to find out that someone else had put their dogs ashes up at the stack.
*See you mate.
See you Jack."
He rety to the the beach.
A Twitter mate was on the beach with two dogs
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy climbed the beach access ramp.
Once again, Team Mick Aston Jumper were just ahead
BEACH BUOY.