Beach Buoy left the house at 5-50 a.m.
It was another day off, but he was dropping a friend off at work, down by the River Tees...
As he drove past the local shops, he saw a man wearing headphones heading for the beach car park...
It was 6-30 a.m. when they arrived in the car park.
There was this man with headphones............
Beach Buoy had made two thermal cups of coffee for the morning.
He eagerly drank coffee from the first.
He reached down and picked a doughnut from a bag of five that he had bought yesterday.
As they always seem to do the following day, the doughnuts, like those caught in Medusa's gaze were turned to stone.
He persevered.
A man walked the promenade, holding the cuffs of his jacket in fists as he did so.
They headed for the beach.
Susie, the Wet Labrador saw them, she came running over.
She always scored a direct hit, no messing about with introductions.
Today she carried a large piece of driftwood in her mouth as she ran.
The wood was wide enough to knock three people over with one strike.
😃
"Susie!"
"Susie-sue!"
"Morning."
"Morning."
Another Dog was keen to meet Susie's owner.
"How old is she now?"
He made a fuss of Another Dog.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
There was a very mild, but blowy wind from the north west.
The tide was well in but going out.
The Moon over the Dunes was hidden behind a net curtain, looking through like a nosey neighbour.
The Lady with a Dry Labrador was to the North.
She took photographs before returning to the north.
The sunrise was hidden today.
A man walked the water's edge.
He had a Young Old English Sheepdog.
"Morning."
The man didn't reply, he just called his dog's name.
The man looked disappointed that the sunrise was hidden?
He seemed to storm off as if he had came out for
"Nothing."
Milky sunlight and reflections lit the way south.
The tide was slowly working its way back out.
He gathered some suitable beach stones as he headed towards
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
he placed the beach stones, before patting
THE
stone.
It was a little more exposed in the dunes.
The warm wind blew out to sea.
"See you later mate."
They were gone.
A Tug returned to the Returned to the River.
There were a few Bits and Bobs to record.
Another Dog was glad to be heading back.
She playfully chased small strips of wind dried seaweed as it tumbled in the breeze back to the sea for rehydration.
Up to the north, two people messed on with a paddle board.
Someone was sat on the strand-line. minding their gear.
They had a head buried deep into a hood as protection from the wind.
The same head was buried deeper into a mobile phone.
The paddle boarders began to pack up for the day.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the van.
Beach Buoy paused to allow a lady and her dog time and space to reach the beach via the access ramp.
The Lady, her Border Collie and her big wooly hat headed for the sea.
Beach Buoy returned to the van.
Another Dog slept on the beach bag as Beach Buoy drank coffee, whilst looking out to sea.
A jogger headed North along the promenade..
He spat!
He hadn't taken wind speed or direction into account.
He wiped his face with his right hand whilst trying to scratch an itch on his left knee, whilst keeping his momentum going.
A sort of hop, skip and trip technique.
Beach Buoy pulled up his hood, then rested his head on a raised hand.
He had left the side door of the van open slightly for some ventilation.
The wind whistled an unfamiliar but calming tune.
Beach Buoy dozed off.
Beach Buoy woke, woken by the Village Church Bells ringing
for 8-30 a.m.
He dozed again.
He was woken once more, this time by a slamming of a nearby
car door.
Time to go.
BEACH BUOY.
