Beach Buoy woke at 5-40 a.m.
He made a coffee.
He caught up with the blog.
At 6-56 he tweeted
Blog updated.
It was still dark.
The blinds were shut.
He could hear the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple head for the beach.
It was 7-57 a.m. when Beach Buoy and Another Dog descended the northerly access ramp.
It was mild and breezy.
To the north, the local Brass Monkey Sea Swimmers were stepping into the sea.
No screams this morning.
It really was very mild.
Not Beach Buoy overtook Beach Buoy before turning to the Promenade at the start of the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south. They ended using the tracks of horses as a pathway.
The horses returned by the same route.
Beach Buoy moved towards the strand-line.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack. It's hidden just to the left of the slope of stones up the dune edge.
People are starting to cut up to the dunes right in front of the stack.
Beach Buoy had been adding stones to the slope to protect it.
They headed to the Tank Traps.
He saw were a draining rock pool had come to a halt, short of the sea.
He was six again, as he dragged a foot from the drying stream to the sea.
Flow was restored.
After a mooch, they went up on the dune edge.
They headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Camp Distant Wave looked to be in a state of disrepair.
There had been one modification.
A new fire set up.
The dune edge felt more like a cliff top walk.
The breeze had become a wind.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-06 a.m.
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He fetched the wobbly driftwood plank, placing square onto the sea.
Wobble engaged.
With two hoods up as shelter to the wind he sat watching people and dogs come and go.
He drank coffee.
People jumped over streams from draining rock pools.
Beach Buoy wasn't responsible for the one in the photograph.
Others stopped short of the stream to take photographs.
Click.
"See you mate."
The driftwood plank was hidden.
Beach Buoy paused.
He took down his hoods
He let the wind blow.
The Marram Grass danced.
Clouds rushed by.
He took deep breaths
They returned to the beach.
They returned to the van.
As if on cue, the Village Church Bells rang for 10 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
