Tuesday.
Another Dog has her own little sofa.
It's under the computer desk.
She was not keen on leaving it this morning.
Then again, she's not keen leaving any morning.
Beach Buoy sat her in the van as he cleared the frosty windscreen.
Sunrise was 6-12.
They arrived show afterwards.
A big truck.
Beach Buoy wondered if it was being used as a Motor Home?
They headed down the southernmost access ramp.
A lady and her Labrador were just leaving the beach.
They exchanged pleasantries.
Her dog was very submissive.
It laid down in front of Beach Buoy.
They went their separate ways.
Team One Black Ear and the 7 a.m. club were to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the frosty beach.
The Sun cleared a narrow band of low lying cloud.
They walked the water's edge.
The Sun shone in the cold crisp air.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
A brief chat.
He wanted to be back north for a 7 a.m. sea swim today.
Pebbles with legs.
A Crow.
Beach Buoy is lucky and knows it.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
Borrowed Dog, Milo was present.
They chatted as the headed south.
They stopped at the grey rocks before going their own way.
Frosty Stubborn Dog Stack as seen from the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-56 a.m.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
All were suitable.
He patted
THE
stone.
He flipped the driftwood plank over.
It had plenty of rust and frost today.
He sat.
He waited until a unheard but symbolic buzzer sounded down river at 7 a.m.
It was then that he took his first sip of hot coffee.
A Creme Egg followed.
Beach Buoy watched dune grass bow and waves break beyond.
Team One Black Ear were still heading back to the Village.
"See you Winnie.
See you Geoff."
If you feel that they are there, then they are.
They returned to the beach below.
They headed north.
Up ahead Team One Black Ear were chatting to Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
Like Beach Buoy, old men just walking dogs.
All up early.
After years of early alarm clocks, they were all on the beach, all present and correct.
Steel can be cold and hard at 7 a.m.
Mr Gunn/ Lunn came along.
Excellent Dog Alfie came trotting over.
The little dog was enjoying it's shoulder scratch so much it went in for a leg lean too.
They went their separate ways.
Back to the Village.
BEACH BUOY.
