Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6 -58.
It was a sunny start to the day.
There was a breeze from the south west.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Dylan Dog and owner did too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the strand-line.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a returned distant wave from the dunes.
Their walk was done.
A sea swimmer walked to the water's edge.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did just that.
A Twitcher and his camera swapped Esplanade for Beach.
Good plan.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was well in but heading out.
They headed south.
Little Terns did too, stopping to drop into the breeze-rippled sea.
Dylan the Dog was way ahead.
A lady with a backpack and phone headed back to the south.
The Sea Serpent.
Skylarks sang as they walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
Four whistling Oyster Catchers went from dune to sea
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-37.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for Crows.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A refreshing breeze blew on his back.
The Sand Martins paid a visit to Stubborn Dog Stack.
L
So lucky.
They are as quick as the Little Terns are slight.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Sand Martins travelled it too.
Safe in the knowledge that Beach Buoy's hands and phone were stuffed in pockets, they flew by so close.
A proper hello.
Back to the beach.
Skylarks sang as Beach Buoy collected ten drinks cans from the beach.
He put them in his beach bag.
Back to the water's edge.
Back to the north.
The man who once had four dogs came by with three.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning."
"Alright?"
"Yes you?"
"Yes."
The three dogs all trotted along together.
"All present and correct then."
"Yes all present and correct.
One walk a day does them now. Walk later now, earlier today to miss the rain."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued north.
One plus three carried on to the south.
Up ahead a lady watched the Little Terns.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Esplanade.
He was placing the beach clean in the bin.
The lady from the beach approached the bin too.
She had done a small beach clean.
"Morning. Good to meet a kindred spirit." she said.
They chatted about beach rubbish and birds.
Her regular beaches are Blackhall and Crimdon.
She does bigger beach cleans there.
She too makes use of beach-found bags to gather rubbish.
The Little Terns used to nest at Crimdon.
She said that the final straw for the Terns was when an egg collector came and took all of the eggs.
They abandoned Crimdon, moving a few miles down the coast to Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
