Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was a frozen puddles and windscreens type of morning.
At last there was blue in the sky.
Typically, low cloud looked like it would hide the sunrise.
They headed down Elizabeth Way, towards the sea front.
A man was heading home from the Newsagents.
Some carry the World's events on their shoulders.
He had them folded neatly and tucked under an arm.
It was cold.
His hands were stuffed into his pockets possibly with a bar of chocolate too?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach steps that were opposite the Clock Tower.
As they did a Crow landed on an information board.
"You want some breakfast mate?"
Once on the beach. Beach Buoy scattered a line of seed for the bird.
The bird landed and called out.
Beach Buoy was no expert, but he was sure that the bird was saying thank you.
It was around 7-42 a.m.
A lady stood at the water's edge, taking selfies.
She headed to the wreck.
After more photographs of the morning , she headed north towards the Village Green.
The Sun cleared the low cloud.
It hadn't been seen for days.
He collected five suitable stones as they made their way to the wreck.
Long sunshine shadows from the Low Sun.
The wreck today.
Team One Black Ear were just to the north.
They caught up.
They walked and talked for a while.
The Lady with a white dog and a black dog gave a distant wave which was returned.
Screams travelled along the beach as sea swimmers entered the water.
It was 8-06.
Beach Buoy headed towards the low level route.
Another took a higher low route.
He collected two sturdy stones.
He placed them on the stack's sea defences.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-21.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view sparkled with frost.
Brakesy had been busy and generous once more.
Looking inland for a change.
New Wind Turbine Towers, waiting to head out to sea.
"See you mate."
He scattered some seeds for the missing Crows.
They returned to the beach below.
Crows landed up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The Sun was more than welcome.
A man crossed from the dunes to the water's edge with his three labradors.
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The chair had reached the strand-line.
They rested on the Esplanade Wall as the village church bells rang for 9 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
