Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-55 a.m.
The clock at the bus station showed 9-55.
Either fours hours fast or eight hours slow.
Beach Buoy drank a mouthful of coffee then headed to the promenade access ramp.
The 7 a.m. club were just heading to the beach also.
They chatted about calm seas and body boarding.
Mari the big friendly poodle was still attached to her lead.
It looked odd seeing such a free spirit restrained.
They all headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled towards the water's edge.
The 7 a.m. club headed south at a much quicker pace.
Mari ran free.
The sun broke through.
The tide seemed to be a long way out?
"Ok Google, low tide Hartlepool."
Beach Buoy was informed that low tide was actually about an hour before.
There was a fair distance between the water's edge and the strand-line.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were now wandering somewhere in between the two.
There was a slight chill in the air.
A bing-bonged message from a nearby site drifted across the beach.
A small red ship headed out to see as The Sea Serpent watched on.
By now the 7 a.m. club were already heading back to the north.
Their paths crossed once more.
The subject this chat ; Changing season and dune erosion.
They headed in opposite directions.
Beach Buoy looked beyond the dune edge
A Kestrel hung just above.
First Kestrel sighting by Beach Buoy at the dunes for long while.
A pleased Beach Buoy climbed the sandy slope, to Stubborn Dog Stack, beach stones in hand.
"Morning Mate."
He placed the beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-46 a.m.
Beach Buoy sat on a large stack stone.
He drank coffee.
He watched the Bay.
A man walked the North Gare Pier.
He dropped down to a lower level to pick a suitable fishing spot.
"See you mate "
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the beach, heading south.
They walked to Sand Martin Corner.
A jogger in a baseball cap overtook them.
After a mooch around the tank traps, it was time for a slow walk back.
There seemed to be a bit of weather going on, out on the horizon.
A lone Oyster Catcher walked ahead of them, a postcard not a parcel.
Beach Buoy sipped the last of the Coffee.
Beach Buoy stooped to collect a blue sea glass"Sail."
The Sea Serpent waved farewell as they left the south and the Serpent behind.
Beach Buoy returned a distant wave.
The Beachcombing Border Collie couple's dog ran and ran.
The beach was by no means busy.
It was a grand morning.
"I slept in didn't l?"
said the lady with " Peggy!"
another Border Collie.
Beach Buoy wished her well as she hurried to sea to play catch up.
Back to the van it was.
Milky Coffee and maybe a nap.
BEACH BUOY.
