Beach Buoy woke just after 4 a.m.
He been up a few times during the night.
He checked the time of the morning's sunrise.
HARTLEPOOL.
5-59
It begins with a five!
Beach Buoy said it out loud.
He made coffee and toast.
He prewarmed beach thermal mugs.
They reached an empty car park
at 5-51 a.m.
For once he didn't faff on.
A couple of minutes later, they were on The Esplanade.
A Crow stood on The Seaton Carew Wreck Information board like an access ramp doorman.
Beach Buoy guessed at today's password to allow beach access
"Apple Sauce."
Yes, he said it out loud.
The Crow seemed to be impressed?
It did the trick.
Access granted.
Maybe Beach Buoy hadn't had enough sleep?
Then again, he rarely does.
The air was chilly.
Two hoods were already deployed.
A fresh strong breeze blew from the west.
Beach Buoy loves sunrises.
5-59.
As advertised.
The Sun looked over the horizon.
By 6-02, it was just leaving the horizon behind.
A man dressed in shorts had joined the beach.
He and his Waggy Spaniel headed south.
They only went about two thirds along the beach before cutting up to the dunes to return north.
The beach belonged to them once more.
A ship left the River.
The sun rose above The Wind Turbines.
Beach Buoy paused.
It was as bright as a Summer's day and as fresh as Autumn.
6-32 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the sloping driftwood log drinking coffee as Another Dog looked on.
Beach Buoy checked the beach below.
Still theirs.
He sat back down to finish the remaining coffee.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach via the "easy" route.
Once on the beach, they continued southwards.
The tide was heading out.
Another Dog seemed happy to be on the beach ?
She ran around in lead-long zoomies.
The receding sea left rock pools behind.
One looked like it had drained from the Sun, bringing a nugget along for the ride.
Sand Martin Corner caught the Sun like a reliable glove.
Surely, the Sand Martins are only a couple of weeks away?
Two ladies crossed the grey rocks to reach the beach.
They held hands to help maintain their balance.
They headed towards the Village with their little dog running alongside.
A jogger jogged south, the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed walked the water's edge back to the van.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
It's light is toppled at 90 degrees following a storm.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began a slow walk back with the water's edge for company.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by, up on the strand-line.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave from the distant waves.
The tide was heading out.
With half-closed eyes it looked like the wreck could be too.
It was odd seeing the waves breaking against the ship's hull.
Just some wreck photographs.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
A second thermal mug and a. Ars bar were waiting.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
Another Dog slept.
The little people rode horses along the esplanade wall.
Not Beach Buoy and his Dog made their way north along The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
