Beach Buoy reached the beach Car Park at 6-01 a.m.
The distant wave lady was back at her car; walk done.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A young couple dressed in wet/dry suits... Beach Buoy had no idea what the difference is in technical terms. the couple walked down the access ramp just in front of Beach Buoy.
Let's just agree to call them dry wet suits, as they hadn't entered the water yet.
A Metal Detectorist walked the strand line.
Scanning for the misfortune of others.
Once he was on flat wet sand , then Beach Buoy began to head South.
The tide was well out.
The Bright Sun was already high in the sky.
There was a very welcome cool breeze from the West.
A small fishing boat rumbled out of Hartlepool Harbour; a small boat with a very loud engine.
A man appeared from the dunes and stripped down to his swimming trunks , then headed into the sea.
He left his clothes in a pile on the beach as if in a remake of
The Rise and Fall of Reginald Perrin.
Beach Buoy left his mate, with a wave and a "See you later Mate."
Beach Buoy headed back to the van.
A lady with three Greyhounds and a Cap for company headed South.
The two swimmers from earlier had once again just reached the access ramp before Beach Buoy.
Maybe this time around they were wearing wet dry suits?
Beach Buoy grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the van.
He watched the promenade people.
A lady in a wheelchair, litter picked around the edges of the Car Park.
BEACH BUOY.
