Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-22 p.m.
Pale milky clouds filtered the sunlight.
There was a chilly breeze off the sea.
The tide was a fair way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
The elderly man with an elderly greyhound headed south.
He and his dog seemed to lead a beach formation.
The elderly man sat on a low dune edge.
His greyhound stood on the dunes, sheltering from the chilly, behind his owner.
Beach Buoy gave the pair a distant wave.
Up ahead it looked like someone was up to mo good at Stubborn Dog Stack?
Undeterred, Beach Buoy climbed the big slope.
He walked the "easy" route.
There was two couples up in the dunes.
One couple blocked the "easy" route as they talked.
The man had a foreign accent.
They made no attempt to allow Beach Buoy and Another Dog pass without climbing up into the long dunes grass.
"Evening Mate."
Despite a nearby audience, Beach Buoy added five stones before patting
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge about a metre long.
He sipped a few mouthfuls of coffee.
He wasn't comfortable.
He had no intention of witnessing anymore biology lessons.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the beach.
Beach Buoy drank the remaining coffee as they headed northwards.
A couple wandered around, looking like they had lost a set of car keys.
Maybe they were inexperienced beachcombers?
They passed by around fifty metres away.
Beach Buoy still got a blast of the man's aftershave.
A jogger jogged south.
The tide was heading out.
The wreck had come ashore.
The German Shepherd Owners Club joined the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog left.
BEACH BUOY.
