Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-24 p.m.
The Leonardo da Vinci was just leaving the river.
It was overcast.
There was a breeze off the sea.
The tide was high, the beach narrow.
A young sports team were exercising on the dunes edge.
They all seemed to be talking at once.
The sea was a greeny blue.
The sky had more than a hint of grey.
The receding tide was leaving a scruffy strand-line behind.
Twists of seaweed laid the length of it.
The sports team overtook Beach Buoy as they headed south
They ran on the water's edge.
The newly exposed flat wet sand trampled by feet.
Like nature had laid a concrete floor only for mischievous feet to make their marks.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched as two red ships headed for the river.
To the north, the sports team ran up and down steep dunes.
Another Dog at Stubborn Dog Stack.
♥️
💔
"See you mate."
Back to the beach it was.
A campfire in the dunes gave it's location away by the smoke it gave off.
A man appeared from nearby.
He was carrying an empty supermarket carrier bag.
He placed a piece of driftwood, three times the size of the bag into it.
He headed back to the campfire.
Beach Buoy and others headed north.
Hartlepool Headland across the bay.
The tide went out.
Horses arrived to enjoy the beach.
BEACH BUOY.
