Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog turned up in the car park at 6-08pm.
There was a mist / sea fret in the bay.
The headland had gone to the north, Saltburn and the Wind Turbines to the south.
There was a sight breeze off the sea.
The tide was more out than it was in.
Up towards the dunes, the sun was trying its best to burn through the grey.
It was trying enough to cast pale Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog shadows onto the sand, once they had reached the beach.
A couple of couples were walking the water's edge separately.
The lady from each couple represented the weather.
One wore a Parka and a wooly hat.
(Mist)
The other had her trousers rolled up as she walked barefoot in the sea.
(Sun)
There were around seven couples in all, each staking a claim to a different path on which to walk by the sea.
One couple chose to sit on a large driftwood bench and watch the world go by.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed south, beyond the stack to the grey rocks and sand martin corner beyond.
By the time that they had walked half of the grey rocks, the beach was all but theirs.
For a while at least.
A few minutes from the house; an empty beach.
They were tempted up to the shingle scattered amongst the grey rocks.
It was 7-10 pm when they began a slow walk back.
The mist had cleared a little.
Some of the Wind Turbine's Towers were gradually becoming visible.
To the north a silhouette of Hartlepool's Historic Headland had appeared.
Beach Buoy paused on the beach to photograph the evening's finds.
The popular driftwood bench seemed to be stretching to catch the falling sun.
