Beach Buoy woke at 5-25 a.m.
By 5-35 Seagulls were overhead having a whale of a time.
Beach Buoy wondered if in some far off Ocean somewhere, Whales were having a Seagull of time?
It was still dark.
Street birds stood in trees and on rooftops, singing; hoods up, wings in feathery pockets.
By 6-10, Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog were on the Promenade about to step onto the beach under the watchful eye of a lamp post topping Seagull, who had recently won a
'I'm the King of the Castle.' Competition.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
The tide was well out.
Two dog less ladies chatted as they headed for the dull orange glow off the predawn sky.
With the tide being low, timbers of The Seaton Carew Wreck were exposed to the chilly morning air.
A few people milled around, waiting for the sunrise.
In between taking notes and photographs, Beach Buoy was digging his hands deep into his pockets; it was chilly.
They headed on to the south.
The clouds were dramatic but there seemed to be a chance of a visible sunrise.
People picked their spot for the sunrise.
Someone was up at the stack.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed down to the water's edge.
The sun rose.
The sun only stayed within sight for around seven minutes, before slipping into the clouds.
It went from view to the sound of silent but appreciative applause.
It would be late afternoon before it showed up once more.
The lowish tide allowed beach access to North Gare Pier.
Skylarks serenaded them as they walked.
By the time they had reached the Pier the sun had gone.
They did a search of the shingle in North Gare Pier corner.
They crossed over the Pier to North Gare Beach.
It was 7-01 am.
As is the norm for North Gare Beach, the strand line was a temporary home to masses of driftwood.
They looked like shipwrecked bodies of a driftwood crew.
They walked around halfway along North Gare Beach before heading back.
Beach Buoy spotted a Driftwood Dancer, up on some riverside rocks .
He clambered over to take the photograph above.
Three Geese travelled low across the River; one go them must have found a Clown's Comedy Car Horn, playing its they flew.
Then it was back to Hartlepool Bay.
They stacked the stack on the way back.
Sea Pottery.
