Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the Park's Car Park.
It was
BOB O'CLOCK.
Beach Buoy faffed on.
Beach Buoy slid the van's side door shut.
Nearby, a lady was just putting her dogs back into her car.
She looked over
"Oh hello poppet!"
She was talking to Another Dog.
They chatted.
The lady said her other dog, Jack lived to be seventeen.
It only had three legs.
Beach Buoy recalled a Jack Russell with three legs that was once a beach regular.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
The sand had a light crust of frost.
The tide was well out.
Two ladies stood at the water's edge, taking photographs.
A couple and their dog headed north.
The light to the south was lovely.
The photographing ladies headed to a less colourful north as swimmers headed to the sea.
The southern light began to arc across the bay, tapering off as it reached the village.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south, close to the sea.
The air was still and cold.
Once again, Team Mick Aston Jumper walked close to the dune edge.
Nearby, without pomp or ceremony, The Seaton Carew Wreck began to appear from the sea.
Although the day was calm, at times an angry sea would hide the horizon.
The height of the tide meant no beach access to North Gare Pier just yet.
Beach Buoy took a more gentle route across the grey rocks today.
It was 9-01 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The wobbly driftwood plank was located, then positioned onto the stack.
Beach Buoy had flipped it over so that the frosty side was facing down over.
The wobbly driftwood coffee was most welcome on a frosty day.
A couple walked the water's edge, heading south.
They did look like they were going to chance a walk to North Gare Pier.
A rush of sea seemed to change their minds.
They headed back north.
"See you mate."
As Beach Buoy stood to go, a man appeared on the dune edge.
He stood with his arms behind, looking out to sea
"Fair play." thought Beach Buoy.
The man set off across the dunes to the south.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected some plastic bottles as a beach clean.
A young couple headed south, making footprints and promises.
The man who once had four dogs went by with three.
He had a lady for company too.
They chatted as though they had known each other for years.
Beach folk.
A Dad, lad and a Spaniel with a wagging tail walked the water's edge.
A family made footprints and memories.
The sea had released the wreck once more
Wreck timbers.
Another view as the sea rushed in as if reluctant to let go.
Another.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the van as a family tried their metal detector out.
It was bang on 10 a.m.
When they reached the van,
the village church bells rang out.
BEACH BUOY.
