SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 26, MAY, 2022

 Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

Yet again, a lady was trying to pay for parking after 6 p.m. when it is free.

Beach Buoy pulled up.

"Excuse me, it's free after six."

"Pardon."

"The parking is free after six."

"Really?"

"Definitely."

"Thank you."

Beach Buoy parked the van.

It was 6-16 p.m.

It was bright but a sea fret hung in the bay.

A man carried his shoes as he walked along the strand-line.

The man stopped.

He was soon carrying his shirt.

The tide was well out.

Couples walked together alone in their own little worlds.

It was an almost perfect beach.

Low tide.

Sunny.

Cooling breeze. 

 They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

"Evening Mate."

Beach Buoy added seven stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

It was 6-50 p.m.

The man who was carrying his shoes and shirt headed back north, ankle deep in the sea.

A lady in a green wax jacket walked by on the beach below.

She held her phone as if it were a cake that she was about to eat.

Three small black dogs walked with her, as if waiting for crumbs.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

A man headed north carrying his red coat.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog had a slow walk back on the water's edge.

The elderly man with the elderly greyhound were heading south.

Beach Buoy raised an arm of acknowledgement.

The elderly man raised one in return.

A couple headed back to the car park.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog weren't far behind.

A family had set up a barbeque just beyond the south end of the promenade.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog went back to the van.

The kettle went on.

Another lady was nearby trying to pay for parking.

Beach Buoy let her know there was no need.

A man turned away from the access ramp thinking him and his dog weren't welcome.

Beach Buoy put him right.

The council's signage is dreadful.

Beach Buoy chilled back in the van.

BEACH BUOY.