Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up behind the Golf Club.
Sandy Car Park it is called.
It can be sandy at times, with wind-blown sand.
Beach Buoy stuffed an optimistic pair of binoculars into his beach bag.
A short walk on The Esplanade.
The Beach Tractor trundled north on the beach below.
A stone circle or just a circle of stones?
They left the north behind.
As is so often the case, low cloud would be claiming the moment of the sunrise.
Seven minutes late .
It cleared the low cloud.
The sky over the village glowed pink.
A man sat with his dog on the dune edge as he watched the morning unfold.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
Beach Buoy found some ghost fishing gear.
He sat on the dune edge to untangle it.
Any usable items would normally be kept to give to his workmate, Geoff.
He would have to find someone else to pass finds onto.
A man with two Labradors headed south.
The other dune edge man walked to the sea, then north.
A man with a Spaniel headed south hurriedly.
He didn't have much say in the matter.
There was no breeze at all up on that dune edge.
The warmth of the Sun felt good.
The sound of the sea.
Old men walked dogs as another old man watched on.
Men, after years of early morning alarms woke up early now anyway.
But beach is better than a factory.
Beach Buoy stood up with the help of the usual sound effects.
They continued south.
The light and heat were just perfect.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
6-23
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Coffee.
Binoculars.
It was peaceful.
Beach Buoy scanned the bay with the binoculars.
Team one black ear walked the beach below.
Not too distant waves were shared.
Beach Buoy recalled childhood picnics up in the dunes.
Sandwiches with sand in them.
A white tent.
Tea in a flask.
"See you mate."
Back along the "easy " route.
Back along the beach below.
Back to the north.
They had caught up with Team one black ear.
They chatted as they progressed along the beach.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn paused as he passed.
He chatted too.
A fisherman headed south.
Back in the van.
Spotty toast.
Coffee.
BEACH BUOY.
