They headed for the water's edge.
The wind was howling, blowing dry soft sand out to sea.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog at times, not due his normal stubbornness, just to try and keep the little dog from the sand blast as best he could.
He took the photograph above whilst holding Stubborn Dog in one hand, his mobile phone in the other, whilst trying to stay upright.
It was around now that Beach Buoy must have lost his beach note book and pencil to the conditions.
He had no idea exactly where and when it took flight, but it was gone.
He looked for it but had to give up.
They continued south.
The wind blew.
Seagulls twisted and turned in the sky as they fought the fierce conditions.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn continued south with the stack and half a cup of coffee in mind.
The dunes up at the stack were as wild as a blowy mountain top.
The stack was stacked.
Needless to say the beach was fairly deserted.
A random dog walker and a flying beach note book... somewhere.
They headed back, not such a slow walk back today.
The contrasting colours of the dry shifting sand and the rigid wet sand was clear to see.
They headed to The Seaton Carew Wreck.
With his back to the wind and a Stubborn Dog in his arms, Beach Buoy watched the drifting, shifting dry sand like one would watch the flames of fire dance, twisting and turning.
They made it back to the van; windswept and book-less as opposed to windswept and interesting.
They watched the Promenade people.
Half a cup later, it was time to go.
So today's adventure will mean Beach Buoy
will be down to one of his beach books.
There are only two Scooby Doo mats left too!
