Thursday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-58 p.m.
It was sunny, warm with a breeze from the west.
The breeze could be described as delightful.
Ten Little Terns chased a Large Gull from their area.
The three headed South.
Dune dwellers watched as a Grey Ship headed out followed by a Red Ship.
Their Sunshine shadows tagged along for the beach walk.
A family dressed in colourful clothes escaped the dunes.
They chose to head North.
The Sun shone down.
A small fishing boat headed into Hartlepool.
As it rocked back and forth a cabin window reflected the sunlight, flashing undeciphered messages to the beach-goers.
The Sandy Slope to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
It was 8-35
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy watched as ten Sand Martins flew by.
It looked like lessons with their young?
The view to Seaton Carew from Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
They began a slow walk back.
They ambled along into a lovely breeze.
A lone man looked out to sea, his hands deep in his pockets.
A lady with an angled walk, headed south as though walking down hill.
Three lady metal detectorists scanned the beach like it was a suspect package at an Airport.
The water's edge.
Beach Buoy began to climb the access ramp as the village church bells began to ring for 9 p.m.
BEACH BUOY.
