Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 4-02 p.m.
It was as mild as a canny day in April.
The tide was well out.
There was a slight but pleasant breeze from the west.
To the north, metal detectorists were down at the water's edge.
"Good Boy."
A couple enjoyed the beach and the company of their Black Labrador.
Two by two.
A couple watched on as their two dogs marched into the sea.
"Dad, wait."
A little further south the Seaton Carew Wreck was half ashore / half at sea.
Half term teenagers stood up in the dunes.
BANG!
A flash of blue smoke followed by laughter.
Up ahead along the strand-line, a family with a toddler.
He toddled to the dune edge.
The parents turned shouting.
"C'mon or we'll leave you."
The toddler wasn't convinced that they would.
Further along the strand-line a young man picked at the beach.
It had the look of a college project.
It was still light, but a Pale Moon and a Milky Sun stared one another out.
The Moon had the higher ground and would win particular battle.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-42.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was no windier up in the dunes as it was on the beach below.
He stood, bench-less, drinking coffee.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Stay.
There was no rush
Beach Buoy sipped the last of the coffee as they headed back.
Three half-term teenagers half tumbled half fell from a steep dune edge back to the beach.
They laughed.
BEACH BUOY.
