Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach a few minutes before sunrise.
Sunrise was around 6-18.
The day had started with scraping ice from the van's windscreen once again.
Clear nights can make for frosty screens and sometimes if you are lucky, nice sunrises.
Beach Buoy had noticed an early morning fisherman heading across the car park when they were parking up.
Beach Buoy saw that the tide was out beyond the wreck.
They headed for it.
The fisherman was setting up .
The wreck today.
The fisherman, by now he was knee deep in sea.
A Poster for the Tea room wall.
Beach Buoy noticed a battered trainer shoe laid up ahead.
It brought back memories of when he took night classes to get O level Maths and English.
Having failed the 11 plus
"By the skin of his teeth." his mother had supposedly been told.
Off to comprehensive school he went.
The only languages on offer were
English CSE and bad.
For the English Course he had written a piece called the Hitec on the high tide.
Beach Buoy walked up to the trainer.
He couldn't believe it
It was a Hitec.
He put into his beach bag for a beach clean.
Beach Buoy wondered if it could be the same shoe from all of those years ago ?
He didn't do beach cleans back then.
The well-worn trainer.
Beach Buoy picked up five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Bad news sirens were on the seafront.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They chatted about previous generations having nothing.
Scruffy's Mam arrived, Team One Black Ear too.
They all headed south like a police search line looking for evidence.
The sea swimmers turned back to the north.
Beach Buoy continued south with Team One Black Ear, passing frost-dusted dunes as they progressed.
Team One Black Ear stopped at their driftwood bench.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood plank with plenty of rust was frosty.
Beach Buoy flipped it over.
He sat.
It was bright sunlight.
Industry rumbled to the west.
A man and his dog took time to reflect.
A sit and think.
The Sea Serpent.
The reflecting pair headed north.
Beach Buoy stood.
He stretched out his arms.
"See you mate."
It was 7-18 a.m.
They returned to the beach.
Team One Black Ear were already well on the way back to the village.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by, heading south.
" Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Hiya."
Mr.Gunn/Lunn came along.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Excellent Dog Alfie as his owner told about the crash on the front.
Someone had crashed, flattening a bollard near to the Zebra Crossing.
They had done a runner after the accident.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy continued back to the van.
Up ahead a line of four all dressed in dark clothing.
BEACH BUOY.
