Beach Buoy woke at 4-35.
He went down.
He made a coffee in one of his Seaton Snooks Tea Room Mugs.
There was no use dashing to the beach for the sunrise.
It was grey.
Every minute he waited the chance of rain became less and less according to Google.
Referring to scribbled notes in his bright orange scribbling note book, he caught up with the blog a little.
It was 6-26 when they finally arrived at the beach car park.
A drizzly mist drizzled.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
They gave Mr.Gunn/Lunn and his excellent dog Alfie a distant wave.
Beach Buoy stopped to talk to the 7 a.m. club.
Mari had been left at home.
"She's got a bit of arthritis in shoulder."
They went their separate ways.
Mr. Gunn/ Lunn had caught up with Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
The walked and talked almost the full length to the Pier.
Both men had orange coats and little dogs.
Mr Gunn/Lunn headed beyond the tank traps to continue his circular walk.
A Jogger headed south too.
On the way back to the van, Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team Mick Aston Jumper.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy had a van coffee..
He pulled up a hood and nodded off.
BEACH BUOY.
