It was too nice not to go out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog got into the van.
It had just been waxed to within to an inch of its life.
13-13
The digital clock read.
The Park Car Park was busy
They found a suitable parking place.
They headed to the sea.
There was a slight breeze from the north.
It was very sunny.
Wollen hats attached to toddlers, toddled to the sea.
Three horses headed north.
Family groups were here and there.
Beach Buoy had pulled two hoods up.
The chilly breeze blew on their backs.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was preparing to set sail once more.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
A man kicked an under-inflated football along the beach for his Spaniel to chase.
The regularity of the
thud, gave a hint as to how far the failing football had travelled with each strike.
To the north a family screamed and laughed as an incoming wave wetted their feet.
A Jack Russel called Billy came to say hello.
2-12 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat and drank a wobbly driftwood coffee.
A sit and think.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
A man walked the water's edge with his dog.
The man was wearing a long length puffa coat.
The zip seemed to start at his shins
He looked like a non-league football manager.
A jogger headed north slowly.
So slowly, that he most probably wouldn't be disqualified from an Olympic walking race.
Four Surfers were in the bay, close to shore.
There was bad planning up ahead.
A Dad and two lads had started to build a sand castle too close to the incoming tide.
A sandcastle-by-the-sea.
Became
a sandcastle-in-the-sea.
To the north, two ladies beach combed.
Only one was stopping to do the picking up.
The other, a beach ballerina pointed at finds with an outstretched foot for her companion to collect.
Beach Buoy headed to the...
Esplanade
He placed his beach cleaned plastic bottles into a rubbish bin with an outstretched arm.
BEACH BUOY.
