Three overnight HGVs
Drivers chatted with engines running.
A man parked up.
It looked like he was on the way to work?
He went to the Esplanade Wall.
He looked out into the Bay.
He returned to his car .
He drove off.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the southernmost access ramp at 6-16 a.m.
The tide was a fair way in.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
A white rose laid on the strand-line.
With the clocks going forward for Spring, sunrises will be beginning with a six again for a while.
They headed south along the water's edge.
Someone had left behind their rubbish after a large firework display.
Perhaps they had been set off for Mother's Day.
It was Mother's Day yesterday.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers stood by the sea.
Sadly, what was inside the fireworks, ended up back down in the beach once the rockets had burnt out.
The Sun came up.
It was 6-38.
The birds stood like sunrise seekers.
Ruby.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-50 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had thrown away the
BE NICE BE HAPPY brick.
Beach Buoy replaced it before taking today's Stack photograph.
He had a sit and think on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
As he stood to go, a Skylark began to sing.
In the dunes, a Pheasant creaked.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Team One Black Ear were at their chosen driftwood seat.
(Milo still hadn't gone home.)
They all headed back to the north.
Chatting as they walked.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
Beach Buoy collected what he could of the fireworks mess.
The Esplanade bins were full.
Beach Buoy laid his beachcombed firework rubbish nearby for collection later.
They chatted at the sand out of your shoes bench.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
