Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park at 8-25 a.m.
Rita the meter maid led the way to The Esplanade.
As usual she was getting her steps in as she checked for returned coins.
8-31.
Beach Buoy and the dogs had reached the beach.
The man who walks from his sea front house to the sea wearing only shorts did just that.
He takes no towel.
Once swim is done, he drips his way back home in all weathers and a pair of wet shorts.
The air was cold.
There was a breeze from the north west.
Two hoods were up.
Beach Buoy's face was half covered with a snood.
The tide was a canny way in.
The Seaton Carew Wreck would be keeping it's secrets this visit.
They headed south.
The Sun was just about to clear land.
Windows over on Hartlepool Headland turned to Gold.
The Moon hung over the Clock Tower like a "Yonder Star."
Even though the tide was more in than it has been of late, people and dogs all had their space.
Milo, the Labrador was taking centre stage but "all was calm, all was bright."
They headed towards the Dazzling Sun.
Beach Buoy lowered two hoods.
It was still cold but the usually welcome blinkering effect of the raised hoods combined with the bright sunlight felt a little claustrophobic.
Which is not a fear of Father Christmas.
The Sun rose higher, it's what Suns do.
Beach Buoy looked back to the north.
His sunshine shadow was so long, it looked like it had decided to stay in the van.
A man and his dog, a Border Collie, appeared from the south.
They headed northwards along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The sea was the very best of blues.
Beach Buoy collected five beach stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-05.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood bench.
He just watched the waves.
"See you mate."
They slid back down the small slope back onto the beach below.
It could and should have been a nice quiet walk back.
Let's skip a detailed Billy Big-mouth encounter.
Ten times that dog came over, causing hassle
Ten.
"Here Boy!"
again and again and again.
Hence no heading back photographs.
They headed to the Esplanade.
A man cycled by.
"Morning, by it's quiet isn't it, think everyone is out shopping."
"Morning."
Gone...
Down on the beach it looked like a man was was walking with a silver cane.
It shone in the bright morning light.
Thwack!
It turned out to be a golf club.
An unusual ball launcher for his dog.
Beach Buoy hoped beyond hope that the dog was called Bunker...
Just a reminder.
Try to make a note of the beach code number..it will come in helpful should you need to call for help.
If you are calling for medical help, maybe be worthwhile thinking about the coastguard service?
Years ago there was a lady with a broken ankle, half way along the beach
She had tripped over her dog.
They had been told two hour wait for an Ambulance.
Even then it was a trek to reach the lady.
Beach Buoy had ran to the van to get the lady water.
He asked a lady in high Viz if she was a medic.
Turned out that she was Coastguard Rescue.
They were doing an exercise nearby.
Within five minutes their truck and medics were with the lady.
Shortly afterwards she was driven to hospital.
"Why didn't they call us?"
asked the hi viz lady.
Beach Buoy.
