Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-20.
Sunrise should have been 6-24.
The fog was having none of that.
A man with two Greyhounds arrived about the same time.
The dogs were loose.
Thankfully they headed north from the access ramp into the dog ban area.
Although it was foggy, it was mild.
A warm and damp breeze blew.
A cyclist that has been resting on The Esplanade Wall set off back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south on a scruffy looking strand-line.
Sand-coloured sea foam and twists of seaweed edged the sea
The tide was high.
The water's edge and the strand-line were one in the same.
They continued southwards.
Figures appeared in the fog.
First it was the 7 a.m. club.
Scruffy and her mam were too.
She carried a beach-found football under one arm.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Been having a kick about?"
Beach Buoy enquired.
"I wish... Geoff could go in goal."
Geoff a.k.a. the 7 a m. Club is a tall man.
He joined the conversation.
He went on to tell that as a child he had no hand arm coordination.
He was always last to be picked for the team.
A bit of a Billy Casper character thought Beach Buoy.
They went their separate ways.
As the did so, Beach Buoy imagined how a Tea room card would look for this encounter?
Another figure appeared.
The referee?
No, it was a Stranger in the mist.
He struggled to carry a heavy bag.
A lighter-loaded bucket was in his other hand.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The man headed north.
"Can't be full of fish." thought Beach Buoy
"He didn't have a rod."
A man with a Labrador headed north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Pebbles with Legs scampered along the water's edge.
The messiness of it seemed to suit them to a tee.
A figure caught Beach Buoy and Another Dog up from the south.
It was a man with a Small Brown Spaniel.
Beach Buoy let them climb the big slope first.
He hadn't seen them before.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a m. Precisely.
Beep Beep Beep.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
It was good to see an Escargatoire of Snails making use of Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was a grey view but still good to be out and at The Stack.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Slow walk back.
The young lady with the Yorkshire Terrier passed by.
Not too distant waves and
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Not too distant wave.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy headed to the Esplanade Bin.
He put his beach clean in...
on top of a heavy back and a light bucket.
The stranger in the mist had been doing a beach clean.
BEACH BUOY.
