Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at Subaru o'Clock.
5-55 a.m.
An overnight HGV had moved to face the sunrise.
Engine ticking over, warming up the truck and it's driver.
They headed towards the sea, then south.
No one in sight or sound.
Beach Buoy had been up since 3-30.
The fresh breeze from the south east was welcome.
A dry "Cold Shower. "
6-07.
The Sun showed up.
Slightly late thanks to some low cloud.
Beach Buoy stood.
He watched the Sun rise slowly.
It was fresh but no frost today.
No windscreen to clear.
The tide was well in.
A man and a Friendly Spaniel overtook, heading south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy had hardly reached the letter D in ambled when the man and his Spaniel were returning to the north.
A lone figure was heading south.
The tide was heading out,
the beach becoming wider.
Beach Buoy collected some suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They walked the low level route.
They climbed the small slope that led to the stack.
The lone figure had sat down on the grey rocks.
They matched his clothing and demeanor.
He had been making arm movements as he walked.
It was as though he was arguing with himself ?
Maybe it was a bluetooth phone discussion?
Sometimes the sea can be the greatest of listeners.
He didn't seem happy.
He didn't stay long.
Back to the north.
Beach Buoy hope all was well.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-34.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A sit and think.
Coffee.
Time is a funny thing.
For years and years, Beach Buoy was up at daft o'clock for work.
Daft o'clock is a given now.
It gives him the best of times.
Another Dog looked completely relaxed.
She laid flat, sniffing the air.
Big Sky.
A man in a yellow coat appeared in a gap in the dunes as he headed south on the beach below.
He hesitated, turning back upon seeing Beach Buoy and Another Dog.
"It's OK, you can get through."
It had looked like he intended to climb the small slope and walk south.
"No, it's OK, she's a bit of a wally." he said looking down.
Beach Buoy couldn't see.
He was either referring to his dog or a very small wife.
They doubled back, passing south at distance.
Beach Buoy felt a little guilty.
To the west.
Present and Past.
Wind Turbine Towers and a Rusting Oil Rig.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
"See you mate."
Down on the beach below Team One Black Ear were heading back.
Dogs, Hugo and Milo were running around.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading south, they passed Beach Buoy.
In no time, they passed once more heading back.
Beach Buoy hadn't hardly had time to reach the third D in dawdled.
He paused to smell the glorious sea air.
No welding fumes or grinding dust, just sea air.
Lines in the sky looked like a heavy-handed artist had been at work.
Mr Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie came over.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the little dog as his owner explained he had chosen the wrong hat.
He had gone flamboyant were a Dut would have been more suitable for the morning's weather.
They went their separate ways.
An unseen man coughed in the dunes.
A lady walked her Tall Terrier along the water's edge.
Team Muzzled Dog came along.
They had a nice chat.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy had only recently found out that their Border Collie was called Alfie.
Two Alfie's!
What's all that about?
Both Excellent dogs too.
BEACH BUOY.
