Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was a cold and foggy day.
The pavement was as grey as the sky.
They reached sand at 3-50 p.m.
Behind them, beyond the Promenade, the Bus Station Clock Tower reckoned that it was 8-27.
The tide was well out.
The sea was just beyond The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Fingers of ship's timbers cradled it's cargo of sand.
The Wind Turbines were hidden as was The Headland.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved up to the strand line.
There was searchable shingle.
The torch came out, more to help the shingle search thank light the way.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Afternoon Mate."
It felt more like evening.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"See you mate."
The began a slow walk back.
The torch was beneficial as a guiding light now.
