Beach Buoy and Another Dog travelled to the beach in the van.
They arrived at 7-23 a.m.
Beach Buoy clipped Another Dog's new extending lead to her harness.
She had snapped the other doing zoomies up and down the sand dunes when they went to North Gare Beach.
It was chilly, gloves were on.
The walked towards the sea in half light.
The tide was as far in or out as The Seaton Carew Wreck.
The torch came out for a shingle search as they worked their way up to the strand-line.
Back down on the water's edge two figures with two dogs also headed south.
It later became apparent that it was the distant wave group.
As they walked the shingle, Hugo came running up from the water's edge.
The big friendly rescue dog did a quick hello before running to the sea like an excited child on a day trip.
They continued south.
There was hardly a breath of wind.
The Bay's Wind Turbines turned slowly but surely.
They followed the tracks of others.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 7-58a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added some stones off the beach.
The Distant Wave Group passed below the stack.
"Morning."
"Morning.'
They were off to Camp Distant Wave.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
"See you mate."
Beach-trapped water, lined the edge of the grey rocks.
Some ran back to the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered down to the Pier.
They began to head back.
The sky glowed pink above the village.
The only clouds around were those on the horizon, like passing ships.
The sea began the reclaim low lying areas of the sands.
They gave water edge Oyster Catchers space.
As they continued north, Beach Buoy kept turning south to check the status of the sunrise.
Three people passed, heading south.
The sun rose as one of the three headed into the sea.
They headed back.
When they reached the beach access ramp a man was walking just ahead of them.
It looked like he was stealing the beach, two buckets at a time.
BEACH BUOY.
