Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They set off at 5-21 a.m.
Walk by the Cricket Club.
On the other side of the road, the person who walks the car park perimeter whilst wired for sound was walking towards the beach too.
South west breeze blew leaves from nearby trees.
Across the Clock Tower Grass.
To the Esplanade.
It was 5-40.
They set off along the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
The breeze picked up.
It was more west than south west now.
The tide was more in than it was out.
It was still good to have some width to the tidal sands after so many high tide visits.
The Sun broke free from the clouds.
Their sunshine shadows joined them for a while.
Team One Black Ear were to the south.
They were heading north.
They chatted as their sandy paths crossed.
It always pays to look up.
Daytime Moons are always pleasing.
They made their way to the low level route.
The local tip had been shut down.
Unemployed Gulls that picked at new deliveries in their hundreds now stood, unemployed.
They would have to turn to the sea for a living.
No year-round "food" on tap.
Flocks of Gulls sat around seemed to be a more common site.
They walked the low level route.
There was Wabbit Twacks everywhere.
Beach Buoy selected two Sturdy Stones.
They were added to the sea defence.
6-21.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
FHE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He scattered some seeds for the birds.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He scanned the sea surface.
He had missed the Dolphin sightings of yesterday.
He did have the Sea Serpent.
Not everyone sees the Sea Serpent.
A Sand Martin flew south to north.
An Oyster Catcher whistled north to south.
The slate that Beach Buoy painted and fitted fir the Army veteran's Dog.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route.
Another Dog led the way.
Beach Buoy had walked this beach many times.
It was the first time that he had noticed the grassy mounds behind the seafront houses.
The Sun had caught the bone dry yellow grass.
It seemed odd, only noticing them after all of this time.
So dry for so long...
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They continued northwards.
Look up.
Lovely clouds.
The was a lovely blue light over Saltburn way and beyond.
They headed to the Esplanade.
Beach Buoy put his beach clean into a bin.
They set off across the car park.
Distant waves were shared, Team Muzzled Dog were on the Esplanade, heading to the beach.
Head back.
Paul.
