Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-36 p.m.
A photographer with Tripod and a lady in a mustard-coloured coat for company, looked for The Seaton Carew Wreck.
He pointed to it's location.
It was still under water but the tide was heading out. As the tide pulled out the light would fade
Beach Buoy hoped their trip wasn't in vain.
There was a strong wind from the west.
The photographers waited.
North of them a couple walked two dogs along the water's edge.
Up on the strand-line, a man walked two black dogs.
The lean dogs looked like shadows.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed southwards.
Up ahead a group headed north.
Beach Buoy headed for the big slope that leads to the "easy" route.
"Evening Mate."
It was 6-59.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood wedge, about a metre long.
The wind blew on his back as he sipped coffee.
Two hoods were up.
Another Dog kept lookout on the "easy" route path.
In the distance, angled rainfall could be seen heading to The Headland.
"See you mate."
They went back to the beach below.
They began their usual. But never taken for granted, slow walk back.
A Dad kicked a football, against the wind towards a small child.
Beach Buoy looked to see that the wreck had been exposed.
The photographers focused his camera and attention on the wreck.
The lady's body language seemed to show that she had had enough?
She wandered away from the wreck.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered away from the beach.
They will never have had enough.
BEACH BUOY.
