Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Park Car Park at 4-48 p.m.
They set off for the beach.
The new door runner was making the door close much more easily.
Beach Buoy needs to remind himself not so much force is needed now.
On The Esplanade, a couple headed north, coffees in hand.
The beach was misty.
The tide was a good way out.
There was a breeze from the north.
Three headed to the water's edge.
Off came shoes, misty or not.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was on show once more.
It's almost impossible to pass by without paying it a visit.
The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Five Gulls stood nearby as if about to burst into song.
A man and a doodle dog headed northwards.
Half term teenagers headed back towards the village just below the dune edge.
They walked a guilty looking walk.
Three Pebbles with Legs seemed to walk alongside Beach Buoy and Another Dog along the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the long sandy slope.
Once at the top, the view across the "easy" route was damp and dismal.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 5-32.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood wedge over a metre long.
He sipped hot coffee as the breeze blew droplet-laden salty sea air into his face
After a while it was...
"See you mate."
A misty slow walk back.
Toby had written his name in the sand.
Or perhaps someone had written Toby's name in the sand?
Sea pottery .
Parked up for night.
They headed back to the van
The van.
♥️
BEACH BUOY.
