It was another "rest" day.
Beach Buoy had woke at 5-12 a.m.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 5-40 a.m.
There was a horse box with its door open.
Horse and Rider nowhere to be seen.
Moments later they were seen in the sea, spotted from the promenade, as they left the van behind.
A companion of theirs stood near the water's edge as they took photographs.
They headed down the access ramp.
Another Dog had opted to travel by beach bag... for now.
Once at sea level, Beach Buoy just had to photograph the horse and rider in the sea.
They headed south.
Out in the bay, a small fishing boat left Hartlepool.
It chugged out to check the pots.
Another Dog alternated between walking and popping back into the beach bag.
Beach Buoy twiddled with the dog's ears as he walked, whenever the dog was in the bag.
Lucky ones flew off with their catch.
The Sun stretched out an arm;
an offer of friendship, which was gratefully received.
A camera-shy slippery seal travelled south with them but alone under a glass-like sea.
The Seal showed up.
Maybe all he ever wanted was a spotlight?
Beach Buoy
sat on the
"Morning Mate."
driftwood bench
to watch
the show.
The seal left.
The Busy Terns returned
twisting and turning, then dropping into the sea
as if breaking a window.
Offshore around a hundred Gulls bobbed around.
They seemed so lazy.
One looked at his watch.
"Chip Shops open at 11."
"Easy Pickings."
"There's no rush."
Slow walk back time.
The tide had turned.
They headed back to the van.
Two swimmers changed out of their wet suits by their cars.
Rita, the Parking Meter Lady passed by.
She chatted as she enjoyed the view.
The two swimmers set up a camping stove in front of their cars, making tea with bacon sandwiches.
Beach Buoy drank coffee in the van, as a man with a dog the same colour of his beard headed south on the Promenade.
A flock of Gulls headed south, as one.
Maybe Redcar chip shops open earlier than the ones at Seaton Carew?
They looked like a page of sheet Music, blowing in the breeze.
