It was 6-11 p.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
They approached the strand-line as the village church bells rang out for 6-15.
It was mild.
No coat
Just an Orange Hoodie.
(And Jeans.)
😬
The tide was well in.
Two ladies walked northwards with five dogs, down by the sea.
Another two ladies headed south with a puppy for company.
Dottie Dog and Mam passed by with a friend and a wave.
A couple stood hand in hand by the sea.
Beach Buoy headed to the dune edge, out of the way.
Terns creaked just offshore.
Up ahead a young girl was having difficulty in persuading her pony to walk her chosen route.
The Sun glowed ever so slightly.
The faintest of sunshine shadows joined them for a while.
The Reluctant Pony joined another in the shallows of the sea.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-47 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stones.
Beach Buoy drank a wobbly coffee on the wobbly driftwood plank.
Down on the beach below a young couple took photographs as they walked and talked.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
Cloud .
The found bear that thought it was a Mermaid was pleased to see the sea once more.
Back towards Seaton Carew.
Back towards the van...
BEACH BUOY.
