Beach Buoy woke up at 4-44 a.m.
It may sound early but on weekdays his work alarm goes off at 5-10.
99 times out of 100 he wakes before the alarm anyway.
He made a coffee.
He blogged and drew.
He listened to music.
Keane.
Radiohead.
The Cure.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off in the van.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. as they left the van behind in the car park.
The air was fresh.
Gulls cried.
Sea Swimmers screamed.
Two ladies headed south.
Not together but not alone.
A man posed for a selfie with his dog.
Not far away another man posed for another selfie with his dog.
One of the two ladies walked slowly taking photographs of the sea as she walked.
Beach Buoy looked to the north.
A beach bonfire glowed at the bottom of beach steps in front of the Village Green.
Sea Swimmers warmed themselves.
A man headed north with two Border Collies.
One brown and white.
One black and white.
It looked like they were walking in formation.
A dog either side of the man at corresponding angles.
Both slightly ahead of him.
The cold air was still.
Beach Buoy took a sip of hot coffee from his thermal mug.
It looked like more sand had gone as more grey rocks had been exposed.
They clambered across the grey rocks in bright but heatless sunlight.
8-46.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He set up the wobbly driftwood plank.
He drank more of the hot coffee.
The tide was on its way out.
Waves still rolled in as a Ship entered the river.
Today's beach hat of choice.
They headed back to the beach.
"See you mate."
Back across the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy beach cleaned a number of plastic bottles as he walked.
Then...it had to happen, Beach Buoy went flying.
No damage done just pride.
It'll make for a Seaton Snook Tea room out and about Card soon enough.
😂
A man with a mate and four dogs screamed his way along the water's edge as he shouted at the dogs.
He could teach Mr. Blabbermouth a lesson or two.
Thankfully Beach Buoy and Another Dog were heading in the opposite direction.
Their sunshine shadows led the way.
Beach Buoy checked back .
The January Sun was glowing.
Walk a while...
They reached The Seaton Carew Wreck just as it was coming ashore.
Once again, the tide seemed to have gone out so very quickly?
The wreck.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
Beach Buoy felt OK.
For weeks he had felt as if he had fallen out of a building.
Today was different.
A surfer set out to find a suitable wave.
The wet sand gave great reflections.
Double Time.
BEACH BUOY.
