Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 5-50 a.m.
It had rained overnight.
The Golf Club flag, flying at half-mast was drying in the breeze as well as serving as a memorial.
Like Beach Buoy, the flag is beginning to become a little tired at the edges and still gets in a flap every now and then.
Three Campervans were already in the car park.
A couple of them seemed to have stayed the night?
The tide was well in.
There was a very mild breeze from the south.
One plus dog walked north along the water's edge.
They headed south.
It was around sunrise but low cloud had claimed it for itself.
Beach Buoy's fading orange coat was about as bright as it was going be for now.
A Parcel of fifteen or more Oyster Catchers flew overhead
Their calls seemed to echo off one another as they passed.
The one plus dog had stopped to chat to the 7 a.m. club.
They all headed south together.
Beach Buoy had paused to look at the sea as he often does.
The 7 a.m. club passed nearby.
"Morning Paul!"
"Morning."
"Morning."
Mari, the big friendly poodle ran south then north, doing her own thing.
Hugo bounded along .
He too ran south then north.
Team Distant Wave had began to head south.
A ship left the river.
It gave a large belch of black smoke as it powered up ready for the open sea.
Once clear of the Wind Turbines the ship headed south along the coast.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-31.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a wobbly driftwood plank, drinking a wobbly driftwood coffee.
💙
Stone left by a Twitter mate and blog reader.
She lives on the west coast and had been camping around 25 miles away.
Sit and think.
The Sun broke free of the clouds, as it did, Hugo appeared.
Team Distant Wave were cutting through the dunes, heading south.
They chatted.
Team Distant Wave is moving to live in Seaton Carew soon.
They went their separate ways.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy left Stubborn Dog behind once more.
They returned to the beach below.
The sea wasn't rough by any stretch of the imagination, but blue high tide waves broke onto the beach.
As they peaked, just before breaking, they appeared Bottle Green as the sunlight shone through them.
Slow walk back.
It was glorious.
The man who once had four dogs headed south with three.
They had passed one another on many occasions.
They had never chatted.
The dogs had always barked at Beach Buoy and Another Dog but not in an aggressive way.
The narrow beach funnelled the two groups together.
The dogs barked.
"Nice Dogs." said Beach Buoy.
The man told Beach Buoy the breed and varying ages.
They chatted a while before heading their separate ways.
Of course now that they have chatted, a distant wave is the very least each will expect.
Water's edge shadows.
The sand sparkled like diamonds.
Beach Buoy had never noticed it before, ever.
It was like a cargo of stardust had washed ashore.
The waves continued to roll in.
They always have.
They always will.
Even when we have gone.
Team Muzzled Dog headed south.
"Morning."
"Hiya."
A jogger left the dunes, heading north.
He wore very short shorts.
Beach Buoy decided that even he would run too in shorts that short.
Beach Buoy walked towards the access ramp.
Another man in shorts was coming down the ramp.
He was wearing wellington boots.
"Morning."
"Glorious isn't it?"
It was.
As Beach Buoy walked to the van, a lady stood brushing her teeth.
It was one of the overnight campers.
Beach Buoy made a milky coffee.
He sat on the side step of the van.
A man opened the rear of his car for his Bulldog to get in.
"Get in you fat ....
F.F.S."
Purdy and Mam came by, they chatted.
Purdy's Mam was once known as Chocolate Pudding and Custard's Mam.
The little dog had sadly passed on.
Team Distant Wave returned to the car park, they all chatted briefly.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy sat in the front of the van.
The lady with clean teeth stood with a teenage girl and a younger daughter.
They looked out sea.
All had long hair which blew in the wind as they pointed out to sea.
It would have made a great photograph, but there are some you cannot take
Two horses and riders headed to the sea.
Time to go.
BEACH BUOY.
