02 NOVEMBER 2020 SEATON CAREW SEA FRONT, HARTLEPOOL.

' Excuse me mate....

Is there a Kabab shop nearby?'

Someone said there was one near the Cricket Club?

said a Bed and Breakfast Contractor looking for his tea.

Beach Buoy pointed with his free hand.

'Follow that road and go round the bend.'

Beach Buoy walked towards the Promenade with a wry smile.

He hadn't made note of the time when they had set off.

It didn't matter.

It was dark , so anytime after 5pm really!

It was raining.

Stubborn Dog was spending an age at each  sniffing point.

Beach Buoy let him take his time.

After all it  was the dog's social media scenes all rolled into one.

They passed the Beach Huts.

They stood waiting for summer, wet towels and flasks of tea.

They passed a bench with plastic flowers tied to it.

"He loved the sea.' said the note.

                                                                        

They crossed over to The Village Green and it's brightly lit and colourful 

Bus Stop.

No one going anywhere.

It's red stripe of  bench supported no one.

They headed back to the South End of the Village.

Fish Shops, Hotels and Amusement Arcades.

The Light from the arcades spilt out ,onto the wet pavement.

The colours merged in the bright mixture of light.

They reflected a blurry image onto smooth paving stones.

 

A dark alley tried to tempt them to take a short cut to the Village Churchyard.

They were having none of it.

BEACH BUOY.