SUNDAY 22 AUGUST 2021 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-17 a.m.

It was mild.

It was misty.

A three strong 7 a.m. club were already heading south, like three wise men following yonder mist.

The tide was as much in as it was out.

The grey sea rumbled under a silent, darker grey sky.

It was dull enough for rain.

It was weekend enough not to worry about getting wet.

Another Dog chose to start the "Walk."

in the beach bag.

They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack with beach stones in hand.

"Morning Mate."

Once the beach stones were added he patted 

THE

stone.

"C'mon Mate."

they all headed for the dunes edge for coffee and a sit and think.

The imprint of yesterday's crash landing was still on display in the sand for all to see.

They sat down without incident.

Two Gulls passed by, almost touching wing tips as the did so.  

 They flew south along the water's edge.

The tide was in enough to touch the grey rocks, edging them like a frame; a sea coloured frame.

Beach Buoy sipped a coffee as he watched a Cormorant struggle to gain height as it flew from near to the Sea Serpent.

It headed North.

Shortly afterwards another Cormorant followed, on a  similar flight path.

It was peaceful.

The beach had been theirs for a good while.

"See you mate."

They headed to the water's edge.

Beach Buoy had another think, enjoying the feel of a slight breeze on his face.

Eventually they headed back.

Others from the north end of the beach, headed back too.

They headed to the van.

Coffee.

Beach Buoy photographed the day's finds

Bit and Bobs.

 

BEACH BUOY.