Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car at 7-03 p m.
The Litter pick Lady waved as she crossed the car park on foot.
Beach Buoy waved as he parked up.
The tide was quite high.
They headed south.
Warm but blowy breeze blew from dunes to the west.
To the north, loud teenagers played in the sea.
A dragon cloud looked down as they walked their walk.
The Pug owners club left heading north.
The beach to the south looked empty.
Lovely clouds drifted around like nature's hot air balloons.
A Lone White Yacht and a Lone White Gannett shared the bay.
Terns twisted.
Pebbles with legs ran to and from the water's edge.
The evening Sun broke through.
They were joined by their sunshine shadows.
Beach Buoy paused and held his arms wide open.
There was no one around to see him.
It felt like the right thing to do.
His sunshine shadow copied.
A fisherman stood almost directly in front of Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy had to duck under the fisherman's angled rod.
" It's not bad luck to go under a fishing rod is it ?"
" No, you're fine."
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-37.
Beach Buoy adds some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Wobbly driftwood plank coffee view.
Small white birds scattered themselves like confetti being thrown out to sea.
The evening Sun was like a gilded Moon.
It was as strange as it was glorious.
💙
Beach Buoy had tears.
"See you Mate."
They headed back to the beach via the dunes and sandy slope.
A Seal popped up directly in front of the fisherman.
It was most perhaps the last thing he wanted to see?
A slow walk back.
A couple paused to hug.
They did so to the north before going to sit hand in hand on the dune edge.
A man and woman walked southwards on the water's edge.
They were together but had a distance between them.
It look like workmates, out discussing a work issue.
Each agreeing politely with each other but both possibly thinking just shut up and kiss me.
Neither having the courage to do so.
Yet.
Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY
