Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They had left the house at 6-28.
The clocks had gone back overnight.
Street lights were turning off as they walked underneath them.
A single duck flew overhead.
The sky was clear, with low cloud only out on the horizon at sea.
Another Dog is a slow street walker.
They were getting nowhere fast.
They crossed the car park on foot at 6-48.
They paused at the Esplanade wall.
The most recent tide had been very high,
Parts of the beach were flooded.
The 7 a.m. walked the Esplanade.
Low cloud lay along the horizon.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The sky over the village looked dramatic.
Another benefit of being out and about early.
Beach Buoy hoped that the Sun would show.
It did.
It was 7 a.m.
It was a rough sea and light wind type of day.
It was stunning.
Beach Buoy counted his blessings one by one.
The type of sea that you could sit and watch for hours.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper came down from the dunes.
They chatted for a while.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
They had the sea for company.
They rounded the sea foam.
Someone stood to the south taking photographs.
They walked the low level route.
7-23 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He had a sit a think.
The Bay was wonderful.
He sat some more.
Waves from differing directions crashed into one another.
Some come in at an angle, rebounding of North Gare Pier.
Gulls flew overhead.
The rough sea was not their concern.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A patterned beach.
A reluctant tide began to head out.
Back at beach level the sea looked impressive.
They made their way back to the north.
A Metal Detectorist scanned the dune edge.
BEACH BUOY.
