Beach Buoy and Another Dog had walked to the beach.
It was 4-24 p.m. when they reached the beach access ramp.
There was a chance of rain later, hence the early visit.
Beach Buoy is very reluctant to pay the council's sea tax for the privilege of parking.
He was in his own little world this afternoon.
Just walk.
The tide was way out.
There was a mild breeze from the south west.
4-51.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on a large stack stone.
He unscrewed the lid to his thermal mug.
The comfort brought by a warm coffee, a small bar of chocolate, combined with the sea and his dogs for company was so relaxing.
The Skylarks sang.
For a moment Beach Buoy nodded.
Like one of those children on You've been framed, falling asleep as they finished their meal.
Beach Buoy woke.
Another Dog had dug a hole in the sand.
She was curled in it.
She looked just as settled as Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy watched a dog walker progress along the water's edge.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Up ahead a dune fire burnt.
A group of youths ran from the scene.
Beach Buoy continued south.
Two hoods went up.
Seconds later spots of rain began to fall.
They headed to Sand Martin Corner.
A few were flying around despite the light rain.
A Ship entered the mouth of the River Tees.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the north.
The Fire Brigade led the way back.
The fire was out.
The rain had stopped.
Sea Pottery.
Beach clean item.
Drone?
BEACH BUOY.
