Easter Sunday.
Beach Buoy woke at 5-08.
The clocks had gone forward during the night.
Sunrises would be back in the sixes for a while.
At least the lighter nights have arrived.
He made a coffee.
They reached the beach at 6-37 a.m.
The air was chilled and almost still.
The tide was well in.
A couple were to the north.
A couple were to the south.
The northerly couple headed south.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy as they passed.
Nothing ...
Twice.
The moment of sunrise was filtered by pale low cloud.
The Sun began to clear the cloud.
A filtered phone camera didn't do the scene justice.
Maybe memory is the most accurate of all cameras?
Beach Buoy faffed on with phone camera filters...
AN IMAGINED POST CARD.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They took the "easy" route to the stack.
The air was full of Skylark song.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had taken the levelled driftwood log.
Beach Buoy fetched the driftwood wood wedge about a metre long.
It took had gone missing.
He had found and his it for such an occasion.
With the wedge replaced, he sat to drink his coffee.
...and breathe.
Another Dog positioned herself so that she could see if anyone approached from the north.
Beach Buoy checked the beach below.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were on the beach as was the lady who walks the length of the beach.
"See you mate."
Down the big slope.
Back to the beach.
They headed back to the van.
They paused to chat to
Team Black Ear, then Mr. Gunn/ Lunn then the 7 a.m. club.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by at a distance with distant waves exchanged.
BEACH BUOY .
