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Saturday 16 September 2023

SAT. 16 SEPT. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.

 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-38 a.m.

The sunrise was due to follow minute later.

It didn't.

Fine rain hung in the air.

There was a strong wind 

It was a mild wind.


Purdy was running along the Promenade.

Her mam was trying catch her to put her on the lead.

The Border Collie Promenade Man was walking the prom.


Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was well in.
One man and his dog were at the far end of the beach.
The scene looked like late November but it still felt like September.
Sea foam Casper-like ghosts ran from sea to Dune.

The man who used to have four dogs walked by with his three 
They shared a not too distant wave.
They had spoken recently for the first time.
Beach etiquette demands that they now acknowledge each others presence.


Two of the dogs came to say hello as if they too understood the beach etiquette.
One, a black and white one is quite a character.
He came back a couple of times.
That's him trotting to catch up.
He looked back like he may return once more.

The spots of rainfall stopped.


One plus three led the way.


Gulls hung in the uplift as wind hit dune edge.



"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-14 a.m.
He sat on a wobbly driftwood y drinking coffee.
It was light grey to the south.
The darkest of greys claimed the northern sky.

A German Shepherd had ran up the Sandy Slope.
It came to say hello.
It was friendly enough as was it's surprised lady owner 
"Morning."
"Morning. She's more scared of you Little Dog."
All was good.



Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.
"Morning." and an additional wave were shared.



They sat a while longer...
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.


They left the south and stack behind. 


They walked a slow angled walk back to the van.


Beach Buoy had reversed into the parking bay .
It sheltered the side door of the van from the wind's strength.
Hot milk and a radio went on.
A rap song played.


Beach Buoy scribbled some beach rap lyrics.


It became clear that the radio needed fresh batteries.

 Luckily Beach Buoy had spares.

BEACH BUOY.