Friday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-36 a.m.
A low mist was hanging around the fields of nearby sheep and cattle.
The beach looked to be clearer.
As Beach Buoy faffed at the van door, the gentleman with a Tricycle passed by on the Esplanade.
"Morning!"
The gentleman waved as he headed to the southernmost end.
The lady who once fell off her bike, headed back north with her companion.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
The person who walks the car park perimeter did so.
They headed southwards.
There was a light breeze off the sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy checked the time of the sunrise.
6-58.
By the weekend it will begin with a seven.
Things are sliding away.
The sunrise times are a key point for Beach Buoy as the lighter days return.
Begins with a 7.
Begins with a 6.
Begins with a 5.
Begins with a 4.
You'll never know when this countdown is your last.
The sunrise time approached.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple did too.
They had been away for a while.
Their Border Collie ran directly to the sea.
A silver sea and sky had been waiting for the Sun's Midas touch.
Hidden by low cloud.
Its been the norm recently.
The Beachcombing Border Collie passed by at pace.
The mist seemed to be crossing the dunes and dropping down onto the beach.
Beach Buoy spotted his old stack seat.
The driftwood plank with plenty of rust was gradually making its way north.
Each new tide was passing it along like a relay baton.
Up in the Pier a Mobile Crane trundled to the Pier end.
7-15.
"Morning mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
The view was splendid.
Hands in pockets, he watched the turbines spin, the world go by.
He had forever now.
The beach below.
The small slope that leads from the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
They returned to the sea.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They briefly discussed the mist.
They continued north.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo, the dog with one black ear as the dog owners chatted.
Others passed with morning greetings.
Team Muzzled Dog.
The lady with a redcoat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Jasper was made a fuss of too.
The lady with a black dog.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn was back on the beach after his adventures.
He shared some.
Beach Buoy fussed over Excellent Dog Alfie.
The usually poker-faced dog actually seemed pleased to see Beach Buoy.
The feeling was mutual.
The mist came and went as Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
Still brighter to the south.
BEACH BUOY.