Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-48, just as the Sun was rising.
At the river mouth, two ships traded places.
A lady and her dog walked the water's edge.
To the south, sunrise seekers stood by the sea.
Once the sun was clear of the horizon, a couple that were sat on a blanket on the dune edge, headed back to their car.
The tide was a fair way in.
Beach Buoy walked southwards, up were the beach was angled.
He let the sunrise seekers have the sea.
Just ten minutes after sunrise, the beach was theirs.
The Sun rose, slowly but surely.
It reminded Beach Buoy of a hot-air balloon.
No one in sight.
Beach Buoy paused.
Wave.
Solar.
Wind.
The height of the dunes sheltered the beach from the blowy wind.
Waves weren't so lucky.
As they broke, the wind blew the spray back to the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up the long slope that lead to the "easy" route.
At the top of the slope lay a poo bag.
Beach Buoy reached into his beach bag.
Out came a stack-bound stone and a paint pen.
"All dogs have bums.
Some bums have dogs "
He placed it next to the bag.
Beach Buoy does small but regular beach cleans.
He draws the line at other people's
****.
He paused to view the beach below from the moral high ground and dune heights.
6-26.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the three remaining stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the levelled driftwood log.
He sat drinking coffee.
Another Dog sat nearby.
A Parcel of thirteen Oyster Catchers flew by just offshore, rising and falling with the sea.
Out in the bay, the Sea Serpent yawned as he stretched.
A distant wave was returned by Beach Buoy.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
A lady with an anxious doodle dog headed south on the "easy" route.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy had stood to one side to let them.pass.
They had a brief dog chat before going their own ways.
"SCUM!"
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
A man sat on the dune edge as his Excited Labrador ran to and from the sea.
Each time it ran back to the sea,it sat in it.
As they drove away from The Seafront, Rita, the returned coin collected, headed for the meters.
BEACH BUOY.
