Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the
beach.
The Village Church Bells rang for 3-45 p.m.
as the side door of the van was slid shut.
The air was cold and still.
The sun was bright.
The pavement was frozen where it dipped unevenly.
In the seafront playground a child swung on a swing as the Dad looked at his phone.
Moments lost forever.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the almost deserted beach.
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was at the water's edge.
A man and child appeared, walking to the sea.
Beach Buoy found a beach brick.
The Village Church Bells rang for 4 p.m.
as they came level with the start of the dunes.
Beach Buoy was up towards the strand-line.
A man with a Border Collie overtook, also heading south but down by the water's edge.
A couple with one brown and one black Labradors joined the beach.
Gulls glided effortlessly from dune to sea as an almost exact half moon looked down.
Up on the dune heights a lady paused her dog walk to photograph the sea.
The sea was a cold silvery blue.
The sky a pretty but frozen pink.
It looked more like the Arctic Ocean than the North Sea.
A couple walked southwards as far as the grey rocks.
The tide was in enough to deny beach access to North Gare Pier and Sand Martin Corner.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to cross the grey rocks to reach Stubborn Dog Stack.
The last couple of tides seemed to have deposited a fair amount of gravel in-between a fair stretch of the rocks.
The levelling out effect of the gravel made the first stretch so much easier to walk.
Even when the gravel ended, a gap had appeared in the height of the remaining rocks.
It seemed to make an entrance to Stubborn Dog Stack.
4-26 p.m.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a drink of coffee.
He gave out an audible gasp.
The coffee was much needed.
No hot drink since an early pre-work one.
They didn't stay an age.
The tide was working it's way in.
If they stayed much longer the safer gravel route would be under the water.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
North by the water's edge.
Seaton Carew silhouette.
They were back on the Esplanade at 5-02.
A young lady passed she paused to let her dog greet Another Dog.
The two dogs sniffed and sniffed.
Beach Buoy felt the need to speak.
"Bit lighter every day."
The lady made it clear that she too was desperate for lighter nights.
"It's about two minutes a day, quarter of an hour week." said Beach Buoy.
"Is that was it is, two minutes a day?
I'll take anything at the minute."
She had had enough of dark nights too.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
