Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off to catch the Sunrise.
Another Dog was so excited...
They reached Sandy Car Park not long before sunrise.
They headed down the southernmost access ramp.
A lady was sat with a coffee on the sloping wall of the ramp.
It was obvious that she was hoping for a visible sunrise.
Beach Buoy spoke upon passing.
"Morning, 5-44 sunrise today."
"Yes, I'm hoping the cloud doesn't spoil it."
There was a very faint covering, more a very light and distant mist.
"I think it should be fine." said Beach Buoy as he and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Up on The Esplanade, near the south end a man rested on the Esplanade Wall.
He was waiting for the Sunrise too.
It was due in a matter of minutes.
Beach Buoy walked a little faster.
He didn't want to spoil anyone's sunrise photographs.
Beach Buoy plonked down behind a sandy mound.
Some had began to form out from the actual dunes.
He was out of sight of the other sunrise seekers now.
The sun came up.
Every sunrise feels so special.
Beach Buoy looked north.
The lady from the access ramp had moved to a position on the beach.
She was sat, taking photographs.
The sky and sea were gorgeous.
It was free of the horizon now.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along.
He stopped to chat.
Excellent Dog Alfie was sniffing the strand-line nearby.
" Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"Morning, surprising how quickly the sun come up isn't it?"
"Yes, three or four minutes. Are you dashing along? If not I'll walk along with you."
Mr.Gunn/ Lunn was not dashing along today.
Beach Buoy began to get up from the sand.
"That's why l don't sit down on the beach."said a slightly bemused Mr.Gunn/Lunn.
Beach Buoy ended up doing a parachute roll type of movement and he was up.
They all set off southwards.
Beach Buoy talked about the painted stone at the stack.
Tyre tracks formed an Oz like road to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Because, because, because.
The tide was blocking beach access to Sand Martin Corner.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn walked to the stack to see the painted stone, before continuing his circulation walk up in the dunes.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-10 a.m.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added some stones.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat listening to the sea and Rusty Pheasants in the dunes.
No Skylarks yet.
The Sea lapped onto the beach like a lake.
Out in the bay the Sea Serpent twisted lazily.
Beach Buoy took notes in his beach book.
Even his pen had a sunshine shadow this morning.
It followed as he scribbled notes that he hoped that he could decifer later.
Down on the water's edge a Gull laughed.
Others joined in.
6-35
"See you mate."
The Skylarks were singing now.
They headed southwards, near to the dune edge.
Beach Buoy paused to look north.
He could see the 7 a.m. club, just dogs in the distance.
He watched as two Crows flew south.
He watched as another two Crows flew north.
He recalled Spoke Milligan saying that "Everybody has to be somewhere."
They crossed down onto the beach.
Coffee stop at the Tank Traps.
They all lean in two directions now. None make a good coffee table.
A man in red marched south then north.
"Everybody has to be somewhere."
The Tank Traps are home to some.
They headed back.
The sea sparkled.
It reminded Beach Buoy of childhood fishing trips out in a boat.
A lady in green was walking south along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy moved towards the sea.
He headed to the wreck.
A lady walking northwards with with her dog stopped to chat to a lady heading south with her dog.
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
Ding Dong
The sound of the Village Church Bells drifted out to sea.
7-45.
The tide had receded enough to allow a photograph of
The Wreck Today.
The lady in green was now running northwards.
She was travelling the water's edge, shouting "Wahoo." as she chased Gulls.
Beach Buoy head back to the van.
Not not Beach Buoy walked the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
