Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached a sunny car park at 6-37 p.m.
Once again the air was full of the sight and sound of delightful Little Terns.
To the north a family were having a beach barbaque, in front of the colourful but vacant beach huts.
They headed south.
Nearby a lady sat in the sea as her partner watched on ankle deep, trousers rolled up.
A glance back to the north.
A mild breeze was blowing from the north east.
The tide looked to be neither in or out.
Water's Edge.
A shaggy dog called Woody came to say hello.
Another Dog inspected a dog-dug hole.
An Alsatian called Noah played by the sea.
Others headed north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack at 7-34.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
New arrivals.
Beach Buoy was pleased that others were adding stones too.
Beach Buoy sat at the Stack.
Coffee and a chocolate bar.
A Dune Sun looked over his shoulder as if trying to see just what he was writing in his bright orange beach book.
It was his first coffee for over twelve hours.
It tasted good.
Lots and lots of room.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Back to the north.
Out in the Bay, birds smaller than Gannets but larger than Little Terns fell into the sea like thrown rocks.
Slow walk back as the Sun shone and the breeze blew.
The clouds over The River Tees were splendid.
Tiny tracks led to a struggling Little Crab.
Beach Buoy scooped it up carefully.
He placed it in so beach-trapped water
The Crab buried itself into the water covered sand.
BEACH BUOY.
