Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-38 a.m.
As he was faffing at side of van, the Distant Wave Lady drove off; walk done and dusted.
It was an overcast morning.
A Gull stood on top of a promenade lamp post, appearing to laugh at them as they headed down the beach access ramp.
A larger Gull wanted THAT lamp,
although many others were vacant.
The Laughing Gull was laughing no more as it flew off defeated.
They walked to the water's edge.
There was a fresh breeze from the north.
The tide was in enough to be touching the grey rocks that were up ahead near Stubborn Dog Stack.
A three strong 7 a.m. club were on the beach, as were a slow walking beachcombing couple.
The couple each had a collecting bag in hand.
Beach Buoy overtook the couple and placed any bits and bobs that he had recently found directly in their flight path, for them to find.
The 7 a.m. club passed in the opposite direction.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave that was returned thrice.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack, just as the sun tried to punch a hole in the cloud covering.
"Morning Mate."
He placed stones.
He touched
THE
stone.
They
"all"
went and sat down on the dune edge, just into front of the stack.
They watched as a Red Ship seemed to sail effortlessly into Port.
The beachcombing couple were already way back to the north.
Beach Buoy sipped Coffee from a thermal mug as he juggled a phone, a beach note book and a little dog, who didn't want to sit and think this morning.
Only half a cup drank, but he had to give up.
Another Dog was adamant that they were heading back!
"See you soon Mate."
Beach Buoy waved to the stack, he always will.
He left his old mate and another piece of this heart as he headed off.
The tide was well in and wanting more.
They began a slow walk back.
They passed tangles of storm-torn seaweed that resembled stranded marine life.
Mr Gunn / Nunn was heading south with his lovely little dog.
They chatted chats then headed off.
"Enjoy your walk."
"Thanks you too."
A Couple with a Border Collie walked south on the water's edge.
"Morning."
"Morning"
Another Dog sat down to listen to the short discussion to see where it would head.
"Aw how cute."
"And she knows it."
"Absolutely."
"Bye."
"Bye."
A beach clean item that's since had Beach Buoy heading down a few avenues.
He thought it was play on words
Tayto Crisps.
Nope.
There is a story to follow up and a shop that sells them to be located.
Watch this space.
Well ... not this space.
Because it is just a space.
It will be another space.
Eh?
They headed to the access ramp.
A Metal Detctorist swung his detector in front of him as he walked like a blind man would a white stick.
He couldn't see how he looked to others.
It was back to the van for coffee and more spotty toast fruit loaf.
The village church bells rang for 8 a.m.
A beach regular pulled up.
The lady looked to Beach Buoy like a retired Headmistress or maybe a Chief Librarian.
Maybe you should never judge a book by a cover ....
at least not before checking with the Chief Librarian at least?
Another Dog slept as Beach Buoy watched the world go around, this part of the world to be more accurate.
8-59 a.m.
Time to go.
Beach Buoy and the other skinflints drove off as the parking charges start at 9.
Later.....
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to
Greatham Creek and Teesmouth.
Cat's eye view go the abandoned bridge.
You're Welcome.
Hide.
More jackets than a menswear department.
Searching for crabs in tyres that line the creek edge.
A Gate with no offence.
"Keep OUT!."
Lines...................
Another Hide.
Which way?
Beach Buoy took both.
Another another hide.
Teesmouth at low tide.
Viewing area back at the creek.
The viewed tree.
He sat in the van pretending to be something he wasn't as he drank coffee and faffed on with the above photographs.
Later it was out on the bike, justifying buying the bike rack.
It rained.
He sheltered behind the crazy golf.
As you do.
He wore gloves.
He had a hole in one...
or maybe not?
BEACH BUOY.
