Sunday morning.
The clocks had gone forward.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived in Sandy Car Park just before sunrise.
The Sky was red.
The Sun rose.
It was Orange.
From the Esplanade, Beach Buoy could see the sky lose it's bright orange reflected glow.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
As soon as the Sun left the horizon it began to slip into cloud.
Seaton Carew Village to the north.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed to the wreck.
The wreck today.
He scattered some seeds for the waiting Crows.
Beach Buoy had contacted Tees Archaeology about how clear of the sand the wreck was.
They said that they have someone who monitors the wreck on a regular basis.
They headed south.
The odd piece off pipe was exposed more than Beach Buoy could ever recall.
Over one metre in height.
They made their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy collected two sturdy stones for the sea defences.
He placed them at the base of the small slope.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The view north to Seaton Carew.
Up on North Gare Pier, a Jogger jogged as far as the Pier fencing.
