Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the bright and breezy beach at 6-29 p.m.
The tide was well in.
They headed southwards.
The high tide meant the the water's edge and strand-line were almost one.
A family played by the sea.
They had a big dog and also a little dog.
Beach Buoy had moved to the dunes a little earlier than he would have normally done, to give them space.
The route was more difficult at this part of the dunes.
He climbed the big slope, joining the "easy" route.
They headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-09.
The beach below...
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
Another Dog stood guard, watching the "easy" route for anyone approaching.
Beach Buoy drank coffee with the wind blowing onto his back.
The wind blew surface ripples out into the open sea as if they were escaping captivity.
The Skylarks sang.
To the south, Saltburn caught the evening sun as it so often does.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Half-term screams crossed the dunes.
A lady walked the water's edge with her two Spaniels.
They claimed the sea after the lady had passed by.
High tide has been and gone during this evening's beach visit.
They popped back onto the dune edge as others had approached on the still narrow beach.
The scene towards the Village looked very photogenic.
Beach Buoy took photographs as they wandered back to the van.
An April Evening in Seaton Carew, Hartlepool.
BEACH BUOY.
