Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They arrived at 3-36 p.m.
There was a pleasant breeze from the south west.
It was bright and mild.
Three motorcyclists stood with their machines on the promenade.
They were taking photographs of the bikes.
As Beach Buoy was preparing to set off, the man who sits on the bench with his trousers tucked inside his socks set off down the access ramp onto the beach below.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
To the north three people were stood almost equally spaced along the water's edge.
The trousers tucked in sock man had paused opposite the sea serpent.
A cloud coloured moon almost hid up above the bay in a delicious blue sky.
A ship below headed for the river.
The tide was more in than it was out.
The receding tide left unexplored shingle to search.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones and patted THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched as two figures threw stones into the sea from the edge of the sea.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
They had a slow wander back.
Another imagined Post Card from Seaton Carew.
Having a lovely time.
Even though today was a bit of a disappointment.
The Mystery Tour ended up being a car park on the Moors.
I was certain that we were off to Whitby.
There was an ice-cream van and four sheep in a pick up
and the moors.
BEACH BUOY.
