Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-12 a.m.
The man who sometimes accompanies the lady who fell off her bike.
Walked alone.
The 4x4 Border Collie Couple went to park in their usual spot.
At the rear of cars, ladies readied themselves for the beach or maybe the sea?
A couple of them waited at the bottom of the beach access ramp.
Another Dog was unsettled by them being there, going into Stubborn Dog mode as she and Beach Buoy began to head to the sea.
It was mild, quite still and overcast.
A man with two white dogs headed south ahead of them.
Beach Buoy and Another walked
southwards on the water's edge.
Up ahead he could see lights flashing.
It was the 7 a.m.'s dog collars.
It was that time of year already.
The 7 a.m. club approached.
They chatted.
Hurricane on the way tomorrow they say ?
Mari, the big friendly poodle came for a neck scratch.
One of her back legs tried to help.
She rested her head onto Beach Buoy's leg
"She loves a cuddle."
They went their separate ways.
Crows hopped around.
(The 7 a.m. club feeds them cat treats.)
As Gulls headed inland.
It was becoming lighter step by step.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-54 a.m.
Sunrise was at 6-52.
He sat on the wobbly plank.
He drank wobbly coffee.
He watched the Wind Turbines.
Only three of the twenty seven turned.
The Sun rose above the low cloud.
Higher clouds over Redcar glowed orange.
Briefly, it felt like the Steel Works had returned.
All too soon the Sun began to climb into other clouds.
Beach Buoy checked the tide times.
High tide at 9-35 a.m.
Down on the beach below, a man walked an Alsatian as far as the tide would allow.
He returned Northwards.
A Jogger jogged south.
The water's edge plotted his course.
He also turned to suit the tide.
The two barefoot ladies walked ankle-deep in the sea.
They carried their coats over their arms.
They too walked as far as the tide would allow.
They returned north.
Beach Buoy stood up and stretched.
He was going to head back
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were almost level with the stack.
Beach Buoy sat down.
He would wait.
A blonde lady in an orange hoodie sat on the end of the grey rocks directly below Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was becoming busy.
A lady with wonderful ginger hair and a ginger dog appeared at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning."
"Morning."
She and her dog carried on southwards, picking her way through the dunes towards the river.
Muzzled Dog appeared at Stubborn Dog.
A wag of its tail was the only hello he would be giving.
He's friendly though.
The muzzle is because he likes to chase Rabbits.
The excellent dog wears safety glasses too.
Presumably for protection from the thorns of the sea buckthorn?
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They dawdled back towards the village.
The lady in the orange hoodie over took them.
Joggers came and went.
The man who used to walk two Yorkshire Terriers headed to the Grey Rocks with one.
He sat where the orange hoodie lady had been earlier.
A young lady on a Pony headed into the Dunes via a gentle sandy slope.
The ladies who had been at the bottom of the access ramp were with others now.
They had a beach bonfire and two massive brass gongs hung nearby in wooden frames.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the beach access ramp.
He rested on the promenade wall.
Purdy and her owner came by.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy said that he was puzzled by the Gongs.
" Maybe it's a be one with sound of the Gong thing? They most probably paying £200 to be there?
"I'll be stopping here then!" said Beach Buoy.
They went their separate ways.
Walk/ Run.
Back in the van.
Another Dog sat reflected in the van's rear view mirror.
Stubborn Dog would sit there too, maybe he still does?
BEACH BUOY.
