Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-53 a.m.
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was ashore.
In the half light,the grey sky was as grey as the grey sea.
The only difference being that the sea was edged with lace as waves broke onto the shore.
It wasn't particularly cold.
They passed The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Up ahead Not Beach Buoy was just turning right at the dunes with his little dog.
Purdy the little brown dog came over with it's owner.
They chatted.
Purdy's mam is a part-time member of Team Mick Aston.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards.
Others were enjoying the beach too.
The Seaton Carew Wreck exposed once more.
Beyond the wreck but to the south, the wind turbines stood with shrugged shoulders.
There was no wind or breeze, even out in the open bay.
They didn't know which way to turn.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading back from the south.
Mr. Gunn/ Lunn and his excellent dog, Alfie joined Beach Buoy and Another Dog for much of the walk southwards.
They chatted a good fifteen minutes as they walked .
"Oh and thanks for the tip about that other car park by the way."
They went their separate ways at the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy to the stack.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn off to complete his circular walk.
8-37.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Wobbly Driftwood Plank Time!
An orange-coated Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Alfie headed for the Pier.
High tide and low tide headed north.
Beach Buoy drank a wobbly driftwood coffee as he watched this part of the world roll by.
A big dog cloud came to sniff at the sea air.
The sunrise was about twenty minutes previous.
Not that anyone would know.
Down at the grey rocks, a Large Black Labrador ran around like a Grizzly Bear.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They began a slow walk back as rain arrived.
The very very wet retriever came bounding over.
It dropped a bright Yellow ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
The dog waited.
It's as wet on land as it is when in the sea.
Beach Buoy booted the bright yellow for the dog to chase.
It's owner gave a thankful distant wave.
Beach Buoy waved back.
Three ladies walked the water's edge.
They had three Labradors.
On Cream.
One Brown.
One Black.
The black dog had a limp.
Beach Buoy felt sorry for it.
As the other two dogs chased a ball, it trotted a limping trot in circles to the west.
Beach find.
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