It was around 1 a.m. when Beach Buoy went to bed.
He woke at 5-19.
It still felt like a sleep in as during the week his work alarm sounds at 5-10.
He made a milky coffee before faffing with the blog.
First Gull called heard at 6-05 a.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was frosty.
Overhead, Gulls headed inland, leaving the sea behind.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a frosty beach at 6-55 a.m.
Down at the water's edge a couple walked and talked.
One stretched out their arms as if balanced on a tightrope as they told their story.
The tide was heading out .
The air was cold.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The Moon still hung near to the Art Deco Clock Tower.
Footprints on frosty seacoal.
The Sun rose out at Sea.
It was the first time this year.
For months it rises over land.
It's always a sign of lighter nights, longer days.
Beach Buoy raised his arms and said "Yippee!"
The sunrise.
Beach Buoy savoured the scene.
A Cold Sun can still warm the soul.
A walk by the sea.
The man with a white dog with one black ear passed by.
The men shared distant waves.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
A teenager ran by, kicking a football as he did so.
Beach Buoy imagined a game of ten pots in.
"Goal !"
Beach Buoy found a wooden wedge over a metre long.
He picked it up.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy added some stones and the driftwood wedge.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-29.
Beach Buoy sat on the wooden wedge to drink coffee.
Another Dog was on lookout duty.
Beach Buoy wrote on the new seat.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Art.
RUN TO THE SEA.
ARTIST:- BEACH BUOY.
Seacoal gathering.
Beach Art.
THE DRIFTWOOD HANDS OF TIME.
ARTIST UNKNOWN.
GENTLEMEN.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back on foot and paw.
BEACH BUOY.
