Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the beach car park
at 3-45 pm.
It was raining, as it had been all day long.
It was quite mild with a breeze from the south west,
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew wreck was just about visible.
The tips of it's remaining timbers showed through from the sand.
Around fifty or so Oyster Catchers stood nearby to the wreck.
A lady walked two dogs.
She headed for a driftwood tree.
She placed her foot on the trunk and tried to lever off a branch to throw for her dogs.
The wood just bent, it was too wet, too flexible.
She and her dogs wandered off.
There was lots of sea coal today.
They headed South.
A small, timid black Spaniel dog came bounding over it's lady owner was a good distance away.
The little dog skidded to a halt and sat down, looking keen to say hello, but obviously nervous.
Beach Buoy stroked the little dog.
Stubborn Dog had a sniff.
The little dog scampered away to its owner but in a flash was back, sitting once more.
Beach Buoy reached into his beach bag and produced a beach-found tennis ball.
He threw it for the dog to chase.
The little dog looked like all of his Christmases had come at once.
He ran to its owner to share in its glee.
Stubborn Dog wasn't impressed with the rain but needs must.
A family appeared from the dunes through a gap in the dune edge that had been punched through in a storm surge a while back.
Out at Sea a Ship headed North.
Beach Buoy collected six stones to stack the stack.
They headed down to the water's edge.
Another dog appeared from nowhere.
Maybe word of free tennis balls had spread?
Stubborn Dog was a little agitated so Beach Buoy scooped him up to keep him safe.
The other dog's Owner shouted a distant
"Sorry."
across the almost empty beach.
It was OK.
