It was a later than usual morning beach today.
Beach Buoy was still not fully well.
He had been up since around 4 a.m.
Sat listening to the pouring rain.
It was 9-30 a.m. when feet and paws made contact with the sand.
They headed south into the slightest if breezes.
The tide was as far out as The Seaton Carew Wreck.
They went as far as Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the north to the sound of a Spaniel sat in the sea squeaking his squeaky toy.
BEACH BUOY.
