Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a slightly foggy beach
at 6-10 p.m.
Starter's Orders.
Horse and Rider were alongside the water's edge.
There was a mild breeze off the sea, that seemed to help carry the sound of the Fog buzzer in and around the bay.
Driftwood.
It was almost high tide.
That would be at 7-10 p.m. this evening.
A chance for the sea to design a new strand-line, like fingerprints, each one unique.
A piece of driftwood seemed to see-saw on the waves out in the Bay.
It was as if Invisible Mermaids were having fun.
There was sadness too.
A wave exposed a Gannet's head, its body still held by the sand.
It's beak pointing to land.
Nearby a Guillemot rolled in the sea waiting for the sea wash it ashore.
Thanks to the high tide , the beach was narrow.
People walked alone, some together, some hand-in-hand, others with poo bags in theirs.
They passed a driftwood railway sleeper, as it snoozed, perhaps calmed by the sound of the sea?
Beach Buoy gathered some stones for
Subborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
he added the beach stones, then patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy stood and watched the Bay.
The noisiest boat in the world headed into the nearby River.
Unseen but clearly heard.
They moved to sit on the dune edge.
Two small birds flew north, hugging the water's edge like an old friend.
It many ways it was.
"See you mate."
They headed back just as the tide had peaked.
A Man a Dog approached
"Any Dolphins tonight?
"No not tonight." answered Beach Buoy
before adding that he had only seen them in Hartlepool Bay at Morning-time.
"There were some the other night."
they chatted a while more before heading in opposite directions.
It was the first time Beach Buoy had met a talking Dog...
By 7-30 p.m. they were in the van making notes and taking photographs of recent bits and bobs.
Some patterns were clearer than others.
