Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
They stepped onto the sand at 7-32 a.m. in the half-light.
People and their dogs were dotted along the water's edge.
They headed south.
It was mild and a little bit muggy.
Two sea swimmers headed back to the car park.
The tide was a canny way out.
The lady who walks the length of the beach, headed back northwards.
It felt more mild than the calender or grey sky would suggest.
Team One Black Ear came from the south.
They paused to chat.
They went their separate ways
Sand seems to be building up behind the Grey Rocks.
They climbed the big slope.
At the top of big slope.
A bad news siren and blue flashing lights travelled southwards along the sea front.
The blue seemed so vivid in the dullness of a misty morning.
They turned to walk the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8 a m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
There had been no sunrise as such.
Just a gradually in creasing light as if some was was altering the settings on a black and white television.
A jogger headed south
Dressed in green and black.
Colour television restored.
He glanced down at his wristwatch as he ran, monitoring his own progress.
In next to no time he was heading back north.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach
They began their slow walk back as a large, daft as a brush dog danced in the sea.
A lady stood with her two dogs at the base of the dunes.
One of her dogs sat wagging its tail in the sand like a windscreen wiper on a screen.
They headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
