Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-20 p.m.
It was bright.
It was sunny.
An odd looking ship headed for the river.
A slight sea fret drifted in from the east with definite chill attached.
A family were leaving the beach as they arrived
Dad dragged a pushchair off the beach.
A lady in a bright yellow coat had just beaten them to the beach.
She headed south ahead of them as she walked her two dogs; one white, the other black.
A man headed north with his old
greyhound walking a few feet behind.
A young brown spaniel repeatedly appeared and disappeared as it ran Zoomies to and from the dunes.
The tide was high but at least tonight
there was a bit of width to the beach.
The fret-cooled air was so cold.
Beach Buoy scanned the beach for suitable stack stones.
Q
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Borrowed Dog misses Stubborn Dog too.
They said goodbye , before sliding a sandy slope back down onto the beach.
Another night of tumbling sea fret filling the bay, claiming the sea front.
The tide and sea fret had joined forces to head inland as one.
An imagined Post Card from Seaton Carew.
Having a lovely time.
Wish you were here.
Been a fair bit of fog and mist, last couple of days.
Don't fret, it'll be fine.
If you get my drift?
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back.
Life Goal.
BEACH BUOY.
