Sunday.
New Beach Book Day.
Beach Buoy made a thermal mug of coffee.
They headed for the beach.
They reached the car park at 6-48 a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike, had walked to the south end of the esplanade and was heading back northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the water's edge.
A chilly breeze blew from the north.
Every now and then, a hole in the cloud would show a cold sun.
A Dad, lad and dog returned to the village.
There was space for everyone.
The tide was a fair way out.
Team one black ear were up on the strand-line.
They instigated a very distant wave which was returned.
Beach law.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple joined the beach, hurrying southwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dawdled.
They had forever.
Beach Buoy collected four stones.
They climbed the big slope.
They paused at the top.
A great vantage point.
Skylarks sang.
Down on the Golf Course, workers readied the course.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-16.
Beach Buoy added the stones that he had just collected.
He patted
THE
stone.
Before sitting on the driftwood wedge about a metre long, he checked the beach below.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already more than half way back.
Beach Buoy sat with a coffee, a head full of thoughts and a faceful of sea air.
"Morning!"
Beach Buoy watched as water's edge Hills fought over goodness knows what.
"See you mate, might be back later."
They walked the"easy" route.
Back to the vantage point.
More people on the golf course than on the beach.
Two men walked and jogged along the water's edge.
The man who had four dogs but now had three passed by with only two dogs.
" Morning."
"Morning."
The black and white one was missing.
He was a dog with a lot of character.
Beach Buoy didn't like to ask.
Hopefully just a sleep in.
The two men jogged on as overhead, five Gulls cried like one.
Two people threw a big ball for a bigger Labrador.
A couple headed south, wearing optimistic sunglasses.
The tide was going out.
The wreck was on show once more.
The wreck with Seaton Carew Village in the distance.
The wreck.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the van.
Coffee.
Not Beach Buoy with another dog that isn't Another Dog walked the esplanade.
Beach Buoy nodded.
BOUNCE.
BOUNCE.
BOUNCE.
In a car park of hundreds of spaces .
A prat had parked right alongside the van.
He bounced and bounced the ball between the two.
🤡
The man on a tricycle went south then north.
Little people walked the esplanade wall.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn headed down the access ramp with a limp and his excellent little dog Alfie.
A man cycled by on a bike with tractor-like tyres.
BEACH BUOY.
