Beach Buoy had gone to bed
at 8 p.m.
By 10-30 the kettle was on.
He stayed up all night catching up with the blog and other "stuff"
The photograph above is Another Dog
at 1 a.m. at the far end of the sofa
She shuffled closer and closer as the night went on.
They reached the beach car park at 5-20 a.m.
The moon hung over the dunes.
A Gull claimed a Promenade Light as hundreds of others headed inland.
A distant fog buzzer, buzzed across the beach.
They headed down to the beach.
The tide was well out.
A chill in the air drifted from the dunes to the west.
They stuck with the water's edge at first.
Beach Buoy spotted some Gulls by the sea.
He headed up to the strand-line to let them be.
A couple had settled on the dune edge.
They sat on a blanket as they waited for the Sun to rise.
In the distance it looked like more sunrise seekers waited the wait?
The Sun rose.
...and rose.
As Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south it became clears the supposed sunrise seekers were in fact fishermen.
Beach Buoy had gathered a few beach stones.
He added the stones to the stack.
"Morning Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He sipped hot coffee.
The fishermen chatted, possibly about the ones that got away?
If nothing else, the fishermen had managed to catch the sunrise.
"See you mate "
They headed down to the water's edge, south of the fishermen.
It was glorious.
They crossed over the grey rocks as they headed for the river.
They passed that sit and think spot alongside Sand Martin Corner.
The river.
Two more fishermen appeared.
They set up on the pier edge.
Beach Buoy searched the riverside shingle.
A sea marble !
Beach Buoy walked as far as the beach.
A seal popped up not far from shore before heading out to sea.
Beach Buoy headed for a driftwood bench.
Coffee time.
Two paddle boarders appeared as if on cue.
An imagined Post Card from Seaton Carew.
Having a lovely time.
Really needed this break.
Had felt like l was up "that" creek without a paddle.
Now feels like l'm just going with the flow.
The slight mist in the air seemed to the whole scene a golden moment feel.
The river was almost as flat as glass
The paddle boarders had picked the perfect day.
Beach Buoy watched with interest as they headed to the river mouth.
Off they went.
They rounded North Gare Pier, out into
Hartlepool Bay.
Beach Buoy spotted two more fishermen heading down the Pier path.
They passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy could tell from their accents that they were from slightly up north from Hartlepool.
Beach Buoy returned to Seaton Sands.
Mr. Gunn/ Nunn approached from the north.
His dog Alfie, led the way.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted.
"See you later "
"Bye."
Beach Buoy watched as one of the paddle boarders climbed the sea serpent marker.
He was more than a little surprised.
New arrivals headed south.
Beach Buoy headed north.
It was warm.
Off came his hat.
Off came his snood.
The coat stayed on.
After all its the easiest way to carry one.
Back to the van..
Coffee and muffin by the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
