Thursday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot at 3-42 p.m.
They reached the beach at 3-58.
The muzzled dog couple were on the beach.
Their Border collie was with.
It had been lost for 48 hours recently , having been spooked by the sound of music a noisy motor cycle engine.
"Glad you have your dog back."
"Thank you."
The tide was well out.
A strong breeze blew from the west.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was well ashore.
The Muzzled dog couple led the way south with their two dogs.
They walked a fair distance apart.
The dogs ran from one owner to the other over and over again.
The dogs must have walked a couple of extra beaches each visit.
A family with three Spaniels, walked to the sea
Beach Buoy drank coffee as he walked.
It may be the shortest month, but it felt like the longest of weeks.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-28.
The sun had appeared as they had reached the top of the sandy slope.
It was like being beamed aboard.
The Marram Grass both bowed and glowed in the sunlight and the strong breeze.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They continued south for a while.
The Gull ballet.
They walked the sea coal as though it were a road.
The sun had gone.
The daylight would be around for a while yet.
Beach cleaned.
Sadly it was plastic not pottery.
BEACH BUOY.
