Thursday.
It was mild and overcast.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the beach.
It was 3-47 p.m.
They reached the promenade at 4-01.
(8-37. BST.)
Bus Station Time.
Ten cars were in the car park.
A mild breeze blew from the south west.
They headed south on the vast beach.
To the north, Team Muzzled Dog had stepped onto the sands.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew inland.
The tide was low.
The Seaton Carew wreck had been claimed by the sand.
Safely buried once more.
Two hoods went up as Beach Buoy crossed sand and shingle.
4-28 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They stayed a short while, before heading back to the beach.
Beach Buoy had an odd thought.
They were walking where the dolphins were swimming last summer.
The sea was rippled by the breeze, but by no means rough.
Any waves that curled and broke did so on the beach.
Up ahead, a Lone Pebble with Legs stood with just a reflection for company.
Large heaps of sand had been dumped on the beach.
The council had been shifting the shifting sands that had claimed much of the access ramp.
BEACH BUOY.
