Tuesday morning.
It was the first frosty windscreen for a while.
It was darker than the photographs would have one think.
Beach Buoy has lightened them as there is not much point of a few photographs of a blackboard.
It was 6-44, around 45 minutes to sunrise.
Another Dog wouldn't walk.
She was carried down to the beach.
She does seem that keen on the dark?
Beach Buoy used a hand torch as he searched for suitable stones.
Some were slightly frozen into place.
Seafront lights twinkled to the north.
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Beach Buoy could see red flashing lights to the south.
It was the 7 a.m. club.
He headed for them with green lights flashing, they headed for him.
They chatted.
There was a Bright Star to the south.
Beach Buoy was asked if he knew much about planets?
"About as much as l do about birds which isn't a lot."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued southwards.
They walked the water's edge for a while.
The tide was a canny way out.
They headed up to the strand-line so as not to disturb about one hundred Gulls that were stood by the sea.
He made notes in his beach book.
The white pages glowed orange in the pre-sunrise light.
They headed for the low level route.
Beach Buoy scanned the dune edge with his torch.
It was still dark enough for the torchlight to be seen.
As daylight took hold, the Bright Star to the south faded from view.
Stars fade.
People fade.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-11.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The stack timbers were heavy with frost.
He had a stand and think.
He opened his beach book to make more scribbled notes.
A page glowed pink not orange now as the light changed.
Beach Buoy looked out to sea.
It was still rough on a fairly calm day.
It was a light but cold wind that blew from the west.
Another Dog was keen to go.
Beach Buoy stood his ground for a few moments.
Payback.
"See you mate."
Another Dog won.
They returned to the beach below.
To the north, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
Sunrise was approaching.
Team One Black Ear were too.
They chatted as they made their way north.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear led the way.
They headed to the access ramp, leaving the dunes behind.
A figure came from the north.
It was bad news.
Beach Buoy's Father's friend had died yesterday.
They chatted to the son and offered deepest sympathy.
They headed up the access ramp.
The Sun came out.
BEACH BUOY.
