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Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He collected five suitable stones before heading south.
The tide was way out.
The clouds were lovely.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.
North Pier repair squad.
Once again, the sand had been washed away leaving a miniature cliff set up.
The Sea Serpent.
FALLING LEAF CATCHING COMPETITION ON A WINDY DAY.
Try it if your umbrella blows inside out in the wind.
Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It was 7-12 a.m.
A dog with a squeaking toy trotted north along the Esplanade.
A young couple sat on the Esplanade Wall just south of the beach access ramp.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back home.
He collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the beach.
It was 6-27 a.m..
The tide was well out.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Up ahead, Yellow, amber and red lights illuminated the arrival of the Pier repair squad.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
They climbed the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was around 7 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had a stand and a think.
Ruby had a sit and a think.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the low level route.
Late arrivals.
The three Crows flew up to the stack.
The man with a hat like dog ears marched to the south.
Team One Black Ear were up ahead.
They chatted and walked a while.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were to the north.
Beach Buoy shared distant waves with the lady who walks the full length of the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the wreck.
BEACH BUOY
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
He sat, parked up for a while as he watched the lights of a ship head out to sea.
It was still quite dark.
It was 6-18 a.m.
He collected five suitable stones by torchlight as he went over to the flatter tidal sands.
The tide was well out.
He could see that the wreck was ashore to the north.
He headed south.
It was 11 degrees.
Cracks of light had began to appear in the cloudy sky.
The random pipe.
By the time that he was about half way along the beach it was what he would call half light.
South to the stack.
Gulls hanging in the wind.
Crying at the sea.
The Wind Turbines.
C Moon.
At the start of the low level route, the first Crows of the day appeared.
It was the three gate keepers.
Like dots of darkness left by the night.
He walked the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
He climbed the small slope.
Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows.
He turned his back to the sea and the strong breeze off it.
The pages of his beach book stopped flapping.
He made some scribbled notes.
He turned to face the sea.
He had a stand and a think.
"See you mate."
He returned to the beach.
The Three Crows.
The birds headed to breakfast at Stubborn Dog Stack.
He made his way back to the north.
He stopped to chat with the man who has a Rucksack and a Rottweiler.
He hadn't put the big friendly dog on the lead as he had noticed that Another Dog was missing.
Beach Buoy braced for impact as the excited dog came bounding over.
All was good.
Dog walker down near the random pipe.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper walked southwards along the height of the dune edge.
The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach Buoy put a line of seed down behind the shelter of the driftwood for the Crows that had began to gather nearby.
The man with a flappy-eared headed south.
BEACH BUOY.
