Beach Buoy woke at 4-23 a.m.
Coffee and wait.
He drove to Seaton Park Car Park with Another Dog along for the ride.
They parked up at 6-50.
Another Dog sniffed at Daffodils as Ducks quacked over near the playground swings.
They headed for the nearby Esplanade in half light.
The air was damp and still.
Beach Buoy rested against The Esplanade wall, letting a man with two dogs claim the access ramp first.
One of the man's dogs was the white one with one black ear.
There was a glow in the sky to the north of the bay which was odd, as sunrise would soon be to the south.
A Cyclist passed behind Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
"Morning."
"Morning Mate." answered Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy and his dog, headed to the beach.
Two hoods were down.
It was mild.
A slight breeze from the west was noticeable on the openness of the beach.
They headed southwards across sand and seacoal.
A man and dog at water's edge, headed back towards Seaton Village Green.
Nearby a Large Gull took flight as if in slow motion.
A man who regularly walks the beach alone, end to end, passed by.
A Heavy Labrador padded by, as it's owner followed behind, engrossed on his mobile phone.
Grey but mild.
Sand and seacoal became sand and stones.
Beach Buoy thought about the Seal tooth that he had found yesterday.
He felt more at one with the Seals and Gulls of this world than he does with so many terrible people prominent in the world at present.
A hidden sunrise took place, invite only.
They headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
The "easy" way.
A lady and her two dogs were heading back to the village.
Beach Buoy stepped aside to let them pass.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-57 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The level driftwood log with a bit of a roll had gone.
The stone with
STUBBORN DOG STACK
written on it had gone as had some of the other painted stones.
Beach Buoy looked but couldn't find them.
More terrible people.
Why?
How can it make them feel good?
Slightly disappointed, Beach Buoy stood as he drank a coffee.
The man with three dogs, who once had four passed by.
Beach Buoy explained that his seat had gone.
The man mentioned how someone had wrecked the driftwood shelter at Snook Point.
Terrible people.
The man headed off.
A lady appeared from the south with her dog.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"Morning, very therapeutic isn't it?
The sound of the sea?"
"Very."
replied Beach Buoy.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach through the dunes.
Slow walk back.
A man and his dog passed by.
"Morning."
said Beach Buoy.
"Morning Mate, cracking morning isn't it?"
"Yes, it's lovely."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog ambled back.
It's what they do.
BEACH BUOY.
