Another Dog curled up more tightly.
Not coming.
Beach Buoy went alone.
It was about twenty minutes to sunrise.
A lady sat on The Esplanade Wall.
Her partner stood alongside.
It looked they were waiting for the sunrise?
Her partner seemed to become fed up with waiting ?
He returned to their car.
The lady sat alone.
Beach Buoy could see that the Sun wouldn't be showing anytime soon.
Thanks to the low cloud.
Beach Buoy chatted to the Litter Picking Lady at the top of the access ramp.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple left the beach via the ramp.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach.
There was a storm on the way.
He began to walk to the south.
The sunrise didn't show.
Just bruised clouds with a touch of pink.
A man with a Labrador walked northwards along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy climbed the big slope.
He paused.
He could see a black figure heading south through the dunes on a different but possibly not as "easy" route.
"Morning mate."
It was 8-01 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He made notes in his beach book.
A Doodle dog appeared.
Then a man in a jaunty hat.
Then another Doodle Dog.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Trying to beat the weather."
"Yes, that's right."
The man and his dogs headed south along the dune edge.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy headed along the "easy"
route.
He paused at the top of the big slope.
A slow but wind-assisted walk back.
Others fitted a beach walk in before the storm was due.
Driftwood Sculpture by
A. N. Other.
Beach Buoy named it
"Running back to Mam."
BEACH BUOY.
