It had rained and rained then rained some more.
Mid-afternoon it finally started to stop.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed out.
It was 3-23 when they headed down the northerly beach access ramp.
A Grandad was doing the work/life balance act on the ramp's sloping wall as Grandchildren watched from alongside.
It was around high tide.
The Sun came out to see.
There was a slight breeze from the north west.
The sea seemed to be angry.
Near the water's edge a German Shepherd was trying to dig it's way to Australia?
In the shallows, a Metal Detectorist tried his luck.
Seaton Carew Village Green area looked lovely in the welcome sunlight.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards.
Behind them, a couple had the shortest of paddles in the sea.
They scampered back to their shoes.
Dottie Dog and Mam zipped by.
Quick distant waves were shared.
The sea was well in.
A lady stood in the water, Wellington Boots on as her dog walked nearby.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog had to jump up onto the dunes to continue their walk.
It was time to at least hug, possibly embrace the dunes.
The waves were running right up to and sometimes over the edge.
They were soon up a height.
It gave good views.
A couple headed back northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
Another Dog had to be carried through the higher Sea Buckthorn to the North.
A fire up in the dunes had made routes through the thicker, taller buckthorn easier to plan but still treacherous, especially for Dog's eyes.
Those thorns are so very sharpe.
The dunes dipped down then up again.
In the dip a Seal was resting.
They let it be.
It seemed happy enough.
It had a scratch and yawn as they passed at the biggest possible distance.
At the top of the next dune, Beach Buoy could see people heading their way.
He looked out to sea, letting them pass behind on a narrow track through the dunes.
He watched crisp white-edge waves crash in the bright sunlight.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-25.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the level driftwood log with a bit of a roll.
He drank coffee.
The waves broke onto the grey rocks just ahead.
The dunes rumbled underfoot as sea met stone.
Coffee view.
Up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
Time to head back.
"See you mate "
4-40 p.m.
Cutting back through the dunes.
The Sun still shone.
4-58 p.m.
The Bay glowed Pink.
Beach Buoy carried Another Dog where needed
They said "Goodnight." to the resting seal.
Darkness will be it's safety blanket.
Life on Mars....
They walked the lower dune edge.
The sea would only give up the beach as a last resort.
Two ladies had passed, heading southwards with their dogs.
One has chosen to walk barefoot in the sea with her German Shepherd nearby on a long lead.
Soon they took were in the dunes.
The sea finally began to give up it's grip on the beach.
One of the ladies had left footprints in the sand, the other's were in the sea.
The beach widened slightly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued northwards.
They joined The Esplanade via the southern-most access ramp.
They headed back on The Esplanade.
There was a nice VW in the beach car park.
It felt like ages since the last time Beach Buoy parked there.
He would once more when the sunrises are early enough.
Up ahead, screams could be heard as a group went ankle-deep into the sea.
In time Beach Buoy passed a line of socks and shoes, laid out along the sea wall.
Drink cans punctuated the story.
Many a water's edge selfie was taken.
BEACH BUOY.
