Monday.
It was a frosty morning.
Beach Buoy scraped ice from the van's windscreen.
They reached Sandy Car Park
at 6-10 a.m.
Two overnight HGVs sat with their engines rumbling.
The beach was frosty too.
A man with a Labrador and a ball launcher walked to the south end of the Esplanade.
They jumped the wall, before heading into the dunes.
The air was cold and still.
In the bay, the Turbines spun slowly.
The tide was a fair way out, beyond the wreck.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for it.
Beach Buoy had long thought about timing it right to capture a sunrise over the wreck.
The wreck and the sunrise.
6-21. by complete fluke.
It was peaceful.
Windows of gold.
Although the sun was rising, the temperature wasn't.
Beach Buoy headed south with icy fingers.
He picked up five icy but suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Icy hands went into pockets.
Feet crossed shingle scatter.
The 7 a.m. club were to the north.
A count your blessings moment.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-50.
Beach Buoy took out the suitable stones.
He took out a marker pen.
One for Ronnie.
One for Mick.
He added all of the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone .
He had a stand and think.
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He watched as Gulls headed inland.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards.
The Skylarks were calling.
Sand Martin Corner.
7-09 a.m.
It can be a few days before their arrival?
They began to head back.
Beach Buoy waved to Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach below.
Mr Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie were heading south.
They stopped to chat.
Alfie come over from extra shoulder. scratches.
They went their separate ways.
Team one black ear were up ahead.
Milo, their borrowed dog was still in the team.
Beach Buoy checked the time.
The sundial showed that it was
Beach Buoy and Another Dog o'clock.
Team Muzzled Dog
passed by, distant waves and distant vocal greeting were exchanged.
Up on the Esplanade, Team One Black Ear were sat on the, sand out of your shoes bench
They chatted for a while before going their own ways.
BEACH BUOY.
