Sunday.
5 a.m.
No pipe.
No slippers.
Keep moving.
Sunrise was around 4-45.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Prats in a Vauxhall Corsa came tearing into the car park.
They drove at resting Gulls intentionally.
None were hurt.
Some people...
Beach Buoy wandered down towards the sea.
He gathered five suitable stones as he did so.
There was a strong breeze from the West.
The beach belonged to them and a Gull.
The tide was a fair way out, but no beach access to Sand Martin Corner.
No one to the south.
They headed the sea.
The Sun had not long escaped low cloud before heading in to more above.
A Pebble with legs.
It headed south along the water's edge.
They did too.
Three Oyster Catchers flew south in silence.
Skylarks sang.
A Lone Crow went for a walk in the dunes.
"Morning Mate."
5-40 a.m.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Overnight rain ensured water in wildlife water bowl.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He had a sit and think.
A Sand Martin flew by like a speeding bullet.
On the beach below, the breeze-rippled sea broke gently onto the beach.
On the dune edge, Marram Grass nodded in agreement with what the breeze had to say.
He stood to go.
"See you mate."
The beach below was still theirs.
He closed his eyes for a few moments.
He let the Sun warm his face.
No rush.
Steady away.
There was a hint of a rainbow over the dunes somewhere.
🤗
6-05.
Team One Black Ear arrive at the south end of the beach, as three walk down the southernmost access ramp.
For just over an hour the whole beach had been theirs.
Two of the three were the occupants of the pratmobile.
Two lads escorting a young lady in a dressing gown down to the sea.
Presumably for a sea swim?
Beach Buoy returned to the van.
The lady who once fell off her bike passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The 7 a.m. club were down at the water's edge, heading south as cat treats were scattered for the beach crows.
Mobile Beach Hut Mode...
Team One Black Ear arrived back up.on the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy popped out for a chat.
Pan of milk on.
Coffee and Jam Doughnut.
Always bite the belly button first.
Beach Buoy sat in the back.
The door was open about a foot.
6-39
He heard voices.
Not that type.
It was the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie walked along the Esplanade .
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by too.
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
