Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach just as the 7p.m.
Village Church Bells were ringing.
A misty rain fell.
There was a breeze from the north.
Oddly there seemed to be no breeze at all, out in the bay.
The Wind Turbines stood idle with shrugged shoulders.
They headed south.
The tide was well out but not so much as to reveal The Seaton Carew Wreck.
No just yet.
A couple with two dashounds headed back towards the Village.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
7-30.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Around a dozen stone had been removed from the stack.
Beach Buoy replaced them.
Beach Buoy sipped coffee.
The mist had become thicker.
Hartlepool Headland and the Shrugging Wind Turbines were no more.
The Village was almost out of sight too.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
Back along the "easy" route.
As they progressed northwards, the little seaside village, swallowed by a town, came in to view.
BEACH BUOY.
