It was too nice to stop in.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was going to be a circular walk.
It's pretty much the walk that Mr Gunn / Lunn does only on reverse order.
After a short walk along Tess Road, they joined the footpath that skirts around and at one point cuts through The Golf Club.
Steel River Culew
By Artist called Steve Tomlinson.
Another Dog wasn't so sure.
Once across The Golf Club, The Blue Lagoon. a.k.a North Gare Beach canes into view with The River Tees beyond.
Distant clouds seemed to spell out
R. O. X. I.
They went part-way along North Gare Pier.
The tide was high, only the very top of a single tank traps was showing.
They cut through the dunes.
The Sea Buckthorn isn't as much as a problem here as it can be to the north.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added some more.
It was 4-13.
Beach Buoy sat on the wooden wedge over a metre long.
He drank coffee.
The Sun was behind them.
Another Dog sat near by as Beach Buoy's sunshine shadow sat like a ghost looking out to sea.
They watched the royal blue sea hit the dull grey rocks.
A strong but invigorating breeze blew off the sea.
Eventually...
"See you mate."
A wander through the dunes and back to the beach it was.
It was a slow walk back.
Slow walk backs are even sweeter when you recall all the times in your life that you had to dash.
Pause.
Breathe.
BEACH BUOY.
