Beach Buoy faffed on in the back of the van.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. as he readied Another Dog for the beach.
They headed for the northerly beach access ramp.
A lady with a Spaniel was just ahead.
Not Beach Buoy followed behind Beach Buoy and Another Dog with another dog.
Not Beach Buoy stepped it out to the south.
The tide was way out
There was a strong breeze from the south west.
A Hazy Lazy Moon hung over the Village Green.
A couple passed by with their dog.
The lady had a long white puffed jacket on.
From a distance she looked like a snow woman or maybe a cloud, out for a walk.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The Seaton Carew Wreck had a cargo of sand.
Other couples headed north under the Morning Moon.
Team Mick Aston Jumper walked one of the last remaining gentle slopes where beach transitioned into dune.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the Tank Traps.
He searched some shingle that was scattered on and around the area.
They headed to the dune edge.
Off to Stubborn Dog Stack.
9-08 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He placed the wobbly driftwood plank on the stack.
The plank was wet.
It didn't matter.
Beach Buoy sat watching the waves break.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A slow walk back on an almost deserted beach.
BEACH BUOY.
