It hadn't been a great start to the day.
Top tip.1 Don't decide to hold van door as it closes in a feeble attempt to not wake the neighbours in the early morning. Keeping a finger between door and van definitely does deaden the slamming noise.
Top tip.2 Put lid on correctly on thermal mug when making one for a Stubborn Dog Stack Coffee.
No good trying to drink from a carrier bag.
Eventually Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-45 a.m.
It was a foggy morning.
Team Distant Wave were already out on the foggy beach.
A tin can rolled by the chilly westerly breeze into a sea view parking bay.
They headed down towards the sea.
Visibility seemed to end just beyond the water's edge.
The Wind Turbines and Hartlepool Headland were lost to the fog.
They headed south on the strand-line.
Three hoods went up
Beach Buoy had grabbed an additional hoodie from the back of the vans passenger seat.
Finger-pink sea pottery.
Voices drifted down onto the beach from the west.
Was it Dune Dwellers or just from the Golf Club?
Someone must have said something funny
The laughter sounded sinister coming through the fog as it did.
Mr and Mrs Stickman looked happy to be drawn in the sand.
Perhaps the artist was India who's name was written in the sand nearby?
A washed up crab pot marker looked like a giant cotton bud.
Beach Buoy looked north.
The 7 a.m. club were heading south through the fog.
From the South, Hugo the big friendly dog appeared.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the beach dog.
He asked if he was having fun as he gave dog a shoulder rub.
Team Distant Wave waved.
"Morning." and waves were exchanged.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-16 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
To the north, Team Distant Wave and the
7 a.m. club held a foggy beach conference.
Three hoods came down.
Beach Buoy wanted to hear the Skylarks singing above a foggy dune.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach, choosing to continue south.
They walked alongside grey rocks.
Today the rocks were as grey as fog.
He had to pause and look up to Camp Distant Wave.
There were three or four Skylarks all singing together.
When he turned the birds must have thought they had been picked for Team Beach Buoy on The Voice ?
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to North Gare Pier.
Built to protect the river it hugged the beach too.
They wandered around the tank traps before heading towards the sea.
They had company.
Little Terns.
Little Terns.
Sand Martin.
Little Tern.
Like the Pier hugging the beach, the hugged the water's edge.
97 Gulls took flight.
It wasn't Beach Buoy's doing.
The Sea Serpent will be happy enough.
Finland were voted in second Plaice.
🐠
As they walked northwards, the Sun tried to break through the fog.
The fog cleared slowly.
The Village came into view.
They continued north
Up on the strand-line, a man marched southward.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple talked the walk southwards.
A man that had marched south, marched north.
As they reached the end of the dunes, it looked like the Sun would win the battle?
Some walks end as others begin.
Like life itself.
As Beach Buoy reached the access ramp Team Muzzled Dog were just setting off .
They chatted briefly.
One had put an extra layer on,
"Bit chilly."
Beach Buoy boiled a pan of milk.
He watched the world go by.
Rita the meter maid walked her route, all in the hope of uncollected returned coins.
The Little Tern Warden arrives
He sets off around the perimeter fence, head count in progress.
He walks up the access ramp. Almost full circle, full rectangle to be square.
BEACH BUOY.
