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Sunday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach.
The air was almost still.
It was 3 degrees.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie caught up.
They walked and talked their way south.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by as she overtook them.
Mornings were exchanged.
Wabbit!
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Sandy Car Park.
It was 7-12 a.m.
As they headed to the beach access ramp, a Crow landed on the Seaton Carew Wreck Information Board.
Another two each picked an Esplanade Light to use as a vantage point to watch them head to the beach.
They headed to the tidal sands.
Ted "the terrible" led the way.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy left a line of seed for twelve waiting Crows.
They headed south.
There was a chilly breeze from the south west.
The temperature was 4 degrees.
They stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear, they were leaving.
They carried on to the south.
The north looked as quiet as it was colourful.
They walked a water's edge of different colours.
The Sea Serpent.
Up on the dune heights the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed south then to the sea.
To the low level route.
Ted "the terrible." headed back north.
Distant waves were shared.
They walked the low level route.
Beach Buoy selected two sturdy stones.
He added them to the sea defence.
Up the small slope.
A bird.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-46.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered seeds for the Crows.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had a stand and a think.
The three Gateway Crows waited for them to leave.
Seaton Carew Bus Station on a bright and very chilly morning.
Beach Buoy cycled to the Esplanade Wall, now that the Sun was up.
Trio was wrecked at this location 125 years ago today.
Beach Buoy's Great Grandfather was awarded the Sea Gallantry Medal for saving life.
Of the ten crew only three survived.
13, November 1901.
If you want to know more just put Trio in the blog's search box.
God Bless them all.
Turning point.
North End of Esplanade.
A fisherman heads along Middleton Pier.
Back to Seaton Carew from Newburn Bridge.
South along The Front.
BEACH BUOY.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach alone.
He arrived at 6-25 a.m.
The air was cold.
The sky was clear.
He headed down the access ramp.
Venus was bright to the south.
Down onto the beach.
He collected five suitable stones by torchlight.
He could see where the last had tide had reached.
The darker sand was wet.
It would have wiped out the Little Tern nest site out had they been here.
It was a short walk to the water's edge.
The tide was still well in.
He headed south.
It was quite light.
He could managed without the use of a torch.
He used it anyway, if only for an excuse to use his excellent Scooby Doo and not so good Shaggy voices.
There was no audience.
He'd have gotten away with it too...
"Yikes!"
He continued south.
The sea was laden with foam.
It seemed to roll in as if in slow motion.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach caught up.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.
Out in the Bay, the sea was rough.
Up the small slope after adding two sturdy stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was around 6-55.
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.
One of the two stones for the crew of Trio.
Beach Buoy had a stand and a think.
"See you mate. See you everyone."
He returned to the low level route.
There had been no Crows.
He heard them now.
They flew by, straight to the stack.
They didn't pass Go or collect £200.
He was early for them today.
They dropped down to the seed.
Back to the north.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.
After a chat, Team One Black Ear continued south.
Dylan the Dog walked the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
