Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed for the beach.
It was overcast.
It was 6-14 p.m.
There was a chilly breeze from the north east.
A start had been on the fencing for the
Little Tern nesting area.
A pale grey sky and a darker sea.
They headed down to the water's edge.
The sea was just beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.
They took aim at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The beach went from shingle to sand and back again.
A grey sky and a chilly breeze ensured a quieter beach.
A black dog appeared from the dunes.
A white dog appeared from the dunes.
A lady in a yellow coat followed.
This trio wandered south along the strand-line before drifting off to the water's edge.
There was some lovely patterns on the sandy sections.
That wind was cold.
Three hoods went up.
Two hands went into pockets.
The other beach trio; Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog, headed towards
Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy picked six flattish stones, with a dry stone wall finish in mind.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the flat stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The tide was low, so Beach Buoy had thought it would be a good idea to have coffee down near
Sand Martin Corner.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy took down three hood down.
The sound of the sea was too muffled.
There was a seal near the tank traps.
It looked to be o.k.
Beach Buoy kept his distance.
The headed back.
There is another wreck on Seaton Sands.
Sometimes just a lone timber stood defiant.
Still here.
They continued the walk back, almost back at the van.
Low tide corrugations.
The tide had turned.
Fingers of sea filled gulley's in the sand, trying the beach on for size.
More posts for tomorrow, beach fencing for Little Tern Area.
Thry look like deck chairs stacked for hire.
BEACH BUOY.
