Horse and trap were down at the water's edge.
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck sat partially buried in the sand, hoping this tide was
THE
tide.
The one that would free it from the beach.
They headed south.
A Brown Labrador came bounding over to say hello.
It jumped up to greet Beach Buoy.
The owners called it back.
"Molly!"
Beach Buoy assured them that it was fine.
The sun returned.
Everyone strutted around the beach with long thin, low-sun inspired shadows.
All kidding themselves that the diet has begun to kick in.
South Gare Pier was home to a line of white Campervans and motorhomes.
They glowed in the returning sun like a line of white washing on the line.
It was an excellent drying day when all said and done.
A man headed north, top and tailing a large driftwood tree trunk.
Each Turn of the driftwood gave a thud as it hit the sand.
The man counted out each turn out loud.
"Eight."
Thud!
"Nine."
Thud!
"Ten."
Thud!.
and so it continued.....
There was no seabird fishing activities to see.
All of the Gulls seemed like they had somewhere to be and their current location wasn't it.
The flew in all direction across the Bay.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
They had walked a few steps and there it was...
First clue to the Dune Dragon for a long time.
They say it is bigger than a man and can run faster than a horse.
As nights draw in.
The advice is to take two torches with you, so from a distance you don't look alone on the beach.
Beach Buoy headed back, reflecting more than the wet sand.
Whispy clouds whispered bedtime stories to the sun.
The sun couldn't settle, couldn't unwind.
We all know how hot headed he can be at ties.
A big fat moon hung over the steelworks like a threat.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.
"Three Hundred and one."
Thud!
"Three Hundred and two ."
Thud!
Bits and Bobs.
BEACH BUOY.
