SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL, 04, JUNE 2021.

Borrowed Dog was being looked after for a few hours.

When coming for a specified walk, he comes with harness attached.

Not tonight.

There is a wooden box near to the front door.

All of Stubborn Dog's leads, harnesses and the like are there.

Borrowed Dog had to borrow one tonight.

The one he is wearing in the photograph is the second choice..

The original one threw Beach Buoy a big fat curve ball.

As Beach Buoy took it out of the wooden box, he noticed two dog hairs, two Stubborn Dog hairs, caught in the fabric of the harness.

He stroked them.

He sobbed and sobbed.

He had his ashes, they are what he became.

These two hairs were him; what he was.

He was his biggest wobble since that little dog had gone.

He pulled himself together.

They headed for the beach.

Thankfully it was sunny.

It wouldn't look odd wearing sunglasses to hide his puffed-up eyes.

The reached the beach  at 8 p.m.

There was still plenty of heat in the Sun.

A tall thin shadow and a small thin shadow headed  south.

It was a glorious evening.

The tide was low, the beach vast.

It seemed like no time at all and they where stood at the stack, stones in-hand.

"Hiya mate."

"The." stone was patted and stroked.

Beach Buoy photographed the stack, with a northern view towards the village of Seaton Carew beyond.

They went back to sit and chat with their mate.

Dogs know.

They headed to Sand Martin Corner as the Skylarks sang to the Stack.

The Skylark's song followed them as they went South , travelling like some sort of relay-race  baton.

They headed to the stack, to say night night.

Four young ladies had set up camp on the dune edge, right  in front of the stack.

It didn't seem apt to hang around too long as they looked they were preparing to go for a swim.

Beach Buoy added a rushed rock to the stack.

"Night night mate, see you tomorrow ."

and he was gone.

 

It was 9-07pm and the sun still had heat and height.

He had a coffee in the van as Borrowed Dog slept.

BEACH BUOY.