Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach.
It was 6-34.
Two Ships traded places.
One out to sea.
The other waiting to go into the wonderful Port of Hartlepool.
Light rain and the sound of Little Terns filled the air.
The headphones person walked the car park perimeter.
A Lady and two Brown Spaniels headed down the beach access ramp.
There was an unusual cloud in the sky above the Bay.
Beach Buoy took a few photographs of it and filtered them heavily.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were on the beach.
If you disapprove of filters, then jog on.
This blog is not for you.
A lady headed north on the water's edge with her Labrador.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Lady and Labrador.
The tide was well in.
Light rain was coming then going on repeat.
Without the filters, the sky was grey.
It was the Skylarks who added colour to the dull morning sky.
They sang songs of yellow and gold up above the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to the low level route.
He added two sturdy stones to the sea defence at the base of the small slope.
Up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-02.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows to find later, at their leisure.
He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was just as damp as it was elevated.
No Gannets today.
They must have been passing through again?
Beach Buoy's weary mind thought back to the man who looked like he had extra long arms.
In fact, the man was carrying a shoe in each hand as he walked the shallows of the sea.
Perhaps Gannets are just Gulls carrying their shoes, looking for somewhere to paddle?
A Sand Martin flew by.
Two Ships left the Tees.
One Orange.
One Green.
Midges danced in the damp mild air along the dune edge.
. "See you mate."
Back to the beach.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach passed by.
"Morning."
"Good Morning."
They made their way back to the Car Park.
Every now and then a Little Tern would fall into the sea, just a few metres from the water's edge.
Round the dunes then onto the Esplanade.
As they reached the top of the access ramp, someone was heading north with an open red and white umbrella.
It looked like a giant stick of rock had escaped from the Seaton Rock Shop.
BEACH BUOY.
