Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Park car park at 8-10 a.m.
It was a dull and grey start to the year.
It had rained.
It could rain again?
They headed for the northerly beach access ramp.
The Horsebox coffee truck was just driving along the Promenade to set up.
Down on the beach, The Brass Monkey Sea Swimmers were already in the sea.
First hint of sunlight came to the south.
Beach Buoy had to walk on a while before taking as photograph as a couple were up ahead, stripping off to swimming costumes.
The couple headed to the sea after pausing to take a selfie.
A family played by the water's edge.
Dad gave one of the youngsters a shoulder carry as he trotted like a horse in and out of the sea.
Steam rose from the warmer-than-air sea.
The Sun rose from behind the hills.
The Sunrises will slowly begin to head out to sea.
Larger arcs.
Longer days.
A man in a Parka coat passed by with his two dogs.
They were Spaniels.
They were sisters too.
The man's coat had Scooter type badges.
He was a tall mod.
Beach Buoy envisaged stability issues.
Such a tall man on a Scooter.
They chatted.
"I'll have to get back." said the man before adding.
" Least l got to see the sunrise."
"And that will keep you going all day " answered Beach Buoy as he made a fist and tapped his heart.
"Certainly, have a great day."
"You too."
The two men went their separate ways.
A couple headed north with their two dogs.
The man was striding along whereas the lady kept stopping to look at the sea.
The Sun's glow had reached the Seafront.
An angry looking little dog came over.
"Woody! He can be unpredictable."
It was fine.
The continued in opposite directions.
A dune moon looked down as the Sun tried a cloud hat on for size.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn approached from.the south with his excellent dog, Alfie.
The two men shook hands as they wished one another Happy New Year.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn has picked up a piece of seacoal to take home as he would be the first foot upon his return.
They went their separate ways.
Mr Blabbermouth passed south then north in silence.
Maybe a new year's resolution?
"Morning Mate, Happy New Year.
This could be the year l join you ?"
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 9-09.
Beach Buoy had a wobbly driftwood coffee on a wobbly driftwood plank.
He watched waves and wind turbines.
Beach Buoy unwound.
A gust of wind blew across the dunes.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A lady searched for something thing down by the grey rocks.
She picked up a driftwood stick.
She began writing a message in the sand.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north.
Sea Horses walked the water's edge.
A Bulldog as big as a barrel headed by.
It strained at it's lead.
"Morning. He's friendly, just wants to play"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the access ramp.
A piece of torn paper tumbled by in the breeze.
It looked like an out of season Butterfly.
They returned to the van.
Another Dog.
BEACH BUOY.
