Beach Buoy was up early enough to catch the sunrise.
It was misty so he just dawdled.
He, Borrowed Dig and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 5-48 a.m.
The horizon was more silver than it was gold.
The lady who once fell off her bike, matched south, then north on The Esplanade.
The Little Terns chattered.
The Skylarks sang.
The tide was well out
The mist was faint.
The Sea Serpent surfaced on the calm water if the bay.
They headed south.
By 6-28, they were walking the "easy" route.
6-31.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He drank coffee.
Another Dog sat looking to the "easy" route.
Sat, but on lookout duty
Borrowed Dog went to sleep in the dunes sand.
The Skylark's were singing as though they were in competition with one another.
Beach Buoy thought...
He could pop up a pop up tent.
Stay all day.
Sitting on the driftwood wedge.
Sleeping soundly in the pop up tent.
He was tired.
Sleep for a week or at least a couple of hours...
Another Dog was becoming restless.
Beach Buoy stood.
"See you mate."
He and the two dogs set off.
Spots of rain fell.
Undaunted, they continued south.
There was always big fluffy towels back in the van.
Beach Buoy checked northwards.
People were dots.
Dots were people.
A slow walk to Sand Martin Corner.
The Skylarks still sang over an abandoned Camp Distant Wave.
They've all moved south onto the Blue Lagoon Beach.
The air was still.
Out in the bay, the Wind Turbines stood like a silent orchestra, waiting for a conducting breeze or wind to blow.
Beach Buoy rested on a Tank trap.
He took out his beach book.
He made notes.
He drank coffee as around forty Sand Martins flew above him.
The lady who walks the length of the beach, did so.
Her long overcoat had gone.
She was almost unrecognisable in her summer plumage.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the water's edge.
The light on top of the Sea Serpent Marker was toppled.
One of the named storms from weeks earlier had taken the blame.
They turned back to the north.
Another Dog led the way.
One half of Team Muzzled Dog were walking the "easy" route.
A distant wave was shared.
The other half jogged the beach.
Not so distant waves were shared.
Sea Pottery.
Horse to the North.
Team Mick Aston Jumper passed by.
Greetings were exchanged.
Beach Buoy went and sat in the van.
Bird watchers arrived.
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn gave a wave as he and excellent dog , Alfie hurried by.
BEACH BUOY
