Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot for the beach
at 5-41pm.
Another Dog chased wind-blown leaves like it was the best game ever.
They passed the Golf Club as its roller shutter door was rolled down ; SHUT.
The club's flag fluttered at half-mast in the warm breeze from the west, another member gone.
They reached the beach at 5-54.
It was grey out at sea.
It was much darker grey to the west; a thunder grey.
The breeze morphed into wind.
There were a few people and dogs scattered around.
Strips of drying seaweed somersaulted back to the sea.
They headed for
Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 6-25 pm when he said,
"Evening Mate."
he patted
THE
stone.
He added some beach stones, including some from yesterday's trip to Crimdon.
They watched as a Ship left the River Tees, its front and rear illuminated; a void in-between.
A dark figure passed by down on the beach.
The figure headed South to North Gare Pier, the tide was low enough to allow beach access.
"See you Mate."
They headed back to the beach, then North.
Beach Buoy pulled the hood up on his
T4 DUB hoodie.
It was by no means cold.
He was just using the hood as a pair of blinkers.
Just stay focused, heading north.
He was a bit fed up.
6-32pm; Dark....
A fading grey sea rolled and splashed.
Up ahead, familiar looking lights lit the sea front.
