Beach Buoy woke at 5-10.
Work alarm time.
An inbuilt body alarm
No work, just beach.
He made a coffee in his Geoff's Cake Shop Mug.
He let Another Dog into the back garden.
The air was chilly.
It could be the first snood for a while when they headed to the beach.
The sunrise would be at 6-35.
They set off.
Sadly, the sunrise was hidden by low cloud as it often is.
It was fresh.
To the north, a lone sea swimmer swam.
Straight ahead, two sea swimmers readied themselves for the water.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
There wasn't a breath of wind.
The Bay's Wind Turbines stood idle.
A very very dry, very very wet retriever ran northwards. It's owner gave a distant wave as they passed.
The Sun cleared the low cloud at 6-45.
Team one black ear were heading back north.
They paused and chatted.
They went their separate ways.
The lady who walks the full beach did so, down by the sea.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple walked the strand-line.
More chance of finds there.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-04.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
The Sun.
The Sea.
The Sky.
"See you mate."
The walked the "easy" route back to the beach.
The tide was a fair way out.
Another Seaton Carew Wreck appeared in a big dip in the sand.
They headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
