To try and describe his night's sleep, Beach Buoy would be contravening the trades description act.
He was tired.
They reached the beach car park
at 5-55 a.m.
Shafts of sunlight, picked out ships on the horizon.
A lovely breeze blew from the south west as they headed for the sea
A couple headed for the access ramp.
They had three dogs, all German Shepherds.
One dark tan, one light tan and finally, one white.
Beach Buoy checked north.
All quiet.
All quiet apart from the constant chattering from the Little Tern Area.
A welcome sound that will be missed when they all head back to Africa.
They began to head south.
Beach Buoy could see figures in the distance, heading north.
The sun began to break through the cloud, out in the bay.
Over the dunes, a vast double rainbow appeared.
Beach Buoy realised that you only get rainbows when there is rain involved.
Sure enough moments, later fine rain drifted
across from the dunes.
More of a drizzlebow than a rainbow.
The drizzle stopped, the rainbow faded.
Epitaph.
They continued south along a strand-line strewn with seaweed.
Hugo the distant wave lady's dog appeared for a neck scratch.
Shortly afterwards his owner appeared with the 7 a.m. club.
"Morning Paul, are you alright?"
"Morning, yes thanks , you?"
They chatted a short while.
Hugo had had a bit of a run in with two Alsatian Dogs, he can look after himself, should the need arise.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
In places the seaweed was a foot or two deep.
Shoreline birds were loving life as they picked at the vast array of seaweed and it's creatures on display.
In the bay, The Seaton Carew Sea Serpent surfaced.
A lower tide usually offers the best chance of a sighting. Of course local superstitions need to be kept in mind....
The beach tractor had parked up near the grey rocks, just south of Stubborn Dog Stack.
The driver dumped the collected rocks and stones before sifting through them to remove any rubbish.
They remove the stones from the north end of the beach to make the sands more user friendly for visiting families.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones to the stack.
He patted
THE
stone
He enjoyed the breeze and the company y his two dogs.
Eventually,
"See you mate "
They headed back to the beach passing a tractor on tickover as they did so.
They headed south.
They headed to the water's edge.
They turn to the north.
A jogger headed south along the strand-line.
Beach Buoy rotated 90 degrees towards the dunes.
He wanted her to know, even from a distance that the water's edge was hers.
AN IMAGINED POST CARD FROM SEATON CAREW.
Having a lovely time.
Wish you were here.
Saw the Seaton Carew Sea Serpent.
Landlady had told me if l ever see it, to pat my head and rub my tummy before wishing him
"Good Morning."
Its supposed to be good luck.
A passing jogger stared.
They had a slow walk back to the north.
Beach Buoy couldn't help but walk the tractor tyre tracks once more.
Up to their left, on the strand-line, a scatter of seaweed became a scatter of seacoal.
At the van they had a chat to Dottie Dog and her mam.
BEACH BUOY.
