Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park just after 7 p.m.
It had been very hot.
It was slightly overcast now with a gorgeous breeze from the south east.
As they headed down the access ramp, a metal fell to his knees to dig after a beep beep.
They headed towards the sea.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy found an "Oh." beach brick.
A family clambered on rocks exposed by the low tide.
A little went by with a dog that looked a miniature fox. They dig and lady paused for a brief chat.
A big, daft but absolutely gorgeous dog gatecrashed the discussions.
Beach Buoy stroked the bundle of fun.
An apologetic owner came over.
"It's ok . What a gorgeous dog . What breed is it?"
"Thank you, Australian Labradoddle. "
They all went their separate ways with good wishes.
Horses and Ponies walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the dune edge, as they headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 19-52.
He placed some beach stones on the pile.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on a large stack stone.
Another Dog sat at his feet, wondering what the dog treat situation was?
They stayed in the seclusion of the dunes for a while.
"See you mate."
They rejoined the beach.
Horses led the way back.
People stood at the water's edge, watching an unusual vessel head for the Tees and the outgoing Pilot boat.
The tide came in as the Sun came down.
Back to the van.
Birds of a feather stick together.
Beach Buoy drank coffee.
BEACH BUOY.
