Sunday Morning.Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
A hooded man walked home with a Sunday Newspaper tucked under his arm.
He looked like a Crow in human form.
Wind Turbines spun, beyond the Golf Course.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.
They arrived at 8-09.
The Sun was just rising.
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Down the steps, much of which are buried in the drifting sand.
A Ship left the river behind.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8-15 as Beach Buoy collected suitable stones.
A man was down by the water's edge.
He stooped and stopped, sometimes heading south as he photographed the vibrant sea.
Checking photographs saved to phone?
They headed south.
Sunlight beckoned.
It would soon be claimed by the low cloud.
...
Three Oyster Catchers formed a Morse Code S.
The Crows were hopeful.
It was windy, so Beach Buoy scooped a handful of sand away to form a bowl on the beach.
He filled it with seed.
Crows came.
Gulls were becoming wise to the gift of seed.
They weren't as brave as the Crows.
They hovered, waiting for the human and his dog to move on.
Photographs were easy pickings once food was on offer.
The Gulls would muscle in on the Crows.
Beach Buoy made a couple of more seed-filled sand bowls as he headed south.
Waves rolled in.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The light was such, that a land-locked Wind Turbine appeared.
Beach Buoy had never noticed it before.
Two hoods came down.
It was nice to feel the full feeling of the morning.
He spotted something in the sand.
A coin?
He touched it with his foot as if to judge its weight.
It was thin plastic.
It set off on it's edge.
It wobbled as it headed, wind-powered to the sea.
It looked like a tiny unicycle with an invisible and inexperienced rider.
Gone.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-44.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
Ruby did too.
The view.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
The Sea Serpent Marker was taking a battering in the bay.
South Gare Pier too.
It was same for the Ships on the horizon.
... and those leaving the safety of the river.
It was an angry sea.
Brave souls.
Up and down.
Beach Buoy headed back, glad to have sand underfoot.
BEACH BUOY.
