Once again days have ran.
Lots of words to catch up with.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked in Seaton Park.
They crossed over The Front to The Esplanade.
It was bright and breezy.
Once more, wind-blown sand had built up against The Esplanade wall.
More work for the Council tractor driver.
He collected five suitable stones.
There was plenty to choose from.
A man walk hurriedly along the water's edge.
His dog ran to and fro.
It was good to be out.
They tide was way out.
They crossed over to the wreck.
As usual, Beach Buoy took photographs of it.
It's of sand had gone.
The Aft was more exposed than it had been.
Beach Buoy fed some waiting Crows.
Breakfast on board the wreck.
Sea glass.
It would have been.
WEST HARTLEPOOL.
The two towns were amalgamated in
1967.
West was dropped from the name.
The broken bottle is pre
1967.
Beach Buoy spotted the laden silhouette of the Gentleman who sleeps rough.
Beach Buoy went over to see how he was doing.
The Gentleman sat as they had a good chat.
They went their differing ways.
Beach
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
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