Sunday morning.
As Beach Buoy was putting Another Dog into the van, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed by.
They were of to the beach too.
They went at speed on foot.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-53 a.m.
As Beach Buoy faffed at the van, the man with a tricycle went by.
They headed to the sea, collecting five suitable stones as they did so.
There had been lots of overnight rain.
The car park was as wet as the sky.
It was just a fine drizzle now.
It was a grey sea and sky.
The white edge of the sea turned like pages in a slowly-read book.
Beach Buoy paused for a hot sip of coffee from a thermal mug.
From the north, the lady who walks the full length of the beach approached.
The Wind Turbines were like a distant memory in the greyness.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple. Their colourful coats brightened a gloomy start to the day.
Others headed back northwards.
Walking the water's edge.
There was a very light breeze.
It was so light that it was difficult to judge its direction.
Beach Buoy plumped for west.
Dennis the dog trotted by, his owner walked.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Dennis went to dance with a small black dog, then he and his owner headed to the dunes well before Stubborn Dog Stack.
To the north a Labrador ran to the sea.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach headed back.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team Muzzled Dog appeared.
They greeted one another.
Beach Buoy let them claim the low level route first.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-31.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Although it was wet, he sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was a grey view but still wonderful.
Savour every second.
Long time dead.
Down on the beach below, the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper had walked as far south as the tide would allow.
She and Jasper turned to head back.
Beach Buoy sipped more hot coffee.
"See you mate."
From the vantage point of Stubborn Dog Stack, he could see that the beach below would be theirs for a while at least.
But you can share it too...
They took their time walking back.
After all they have forever now .
Gradually the gloom began to lift.
The Turbines came fully into view one by one.
They headed back to the van as a lady with the unusual combination of three dachshunds and a Great Dane headed to the beach.
"Yikes."
BEACH BUOY.
