Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 8 p.m.
As they headed down the beach access ramp, the elderly man with an elderly greyhound was walking up.
"Hi there."
"Hiya."
A lady was confused by the Council's wonderful dog ban area signs.
Beach Buoy put her right
Reassured, she headed for the beach.
The tide was way out.
They headed south.
Gulls glided their way across the dunes, out to sea.
In the distance and unseen dog barked.
A man with a rucksack padded, ankle deep in the sea as he walked northwards.
8-29 p.m.
"Evening Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Most of the painted stones have been taken or just hidden.
Someone had tried to start a fire on the stack with the driftwood wedge about a metre long as part of the fuel source.
Beach Buoy sat on the stack seat.
The beach below.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
The Sun has begun to set.
Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
