Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 7 a.m.
He heard voices as he faffed on, preparing Another Dog for the beach.
It was The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple.
They took the lead, heading southwards at a much quicker pace than Beach Buoy.
It was an overcast, misty but mild morning.
The tide was well in, but going out.
Team One Black Ear approached from the south, along the narrow beach.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo the dog with different coloured ears.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
The mist had claimed the wind turbines and Hartlepool Headland too.
They climbed the big slope.
Two fishermen headed back towards the car park.
At the base of the big slope, slightly to the north, a blue dome tent.
It's side flapped in the breeze.
They turned and headed along the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-29.
The driftwood wedge about a metre long had gone.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He was disappointed but not surprised that their seat gone.
He had thought the summer school holidays would have claimed it.
If it had been taken by someone who really needed a driftwood wedge about a metre long, then that was fine.
If it was taken by the people in the blue dome tent, to warm their beach bonfire, even that was fine too.
People who disturb the stack tend to be lazy...
Disturbers.
Stones and previous seats had been thrown nearby or hidden in the long grass.
Beach Buoy looked around the dunes and the beach below.
No joy
Another suitable seat will turn up and no doubt be taken too.
Perhaps the person who took it thought it was a fair swap for the large dog poo bag that had been added to the stack?
"See you mate."
BEACH BUOY.
