Borrowed Dog was borrowed once more.
They headed for the beach.
They arrived at 9-25 a.m.
It was Sunny.
There was a slight chill in the air.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
A man and a Spaniel were heading up.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Heading South and putting the Sunny in Sunny Seaton Carew.
There was a breeze from the south west.
It was strong enough to whip the top off the breaking waves on a choppy sea.
It was a glorious morning.
The Clock Tower from the beach. Taken for a drawing sometime.
Someone had written in the sand.
R.I.P.
D.Q.
Then again in a heart
Returning The Esplanade and Car Park sand back to the beach.
Southwards.
A lady walked north along the water's edge, throwing a ball for her dog.
She looked like she didn't have a care in the world.
Another Lady headed north, she walked a carefree walk without a dog or ball.
An elderly man marched south, his shoulders heavy with toil.
He did a sudden about turn.
180 degrees.
Back north.
A man passed by with a Young German Shepherd on a long training lead.
A Lady with a red coat and two greyhounds
headed north.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
Up ahead, a man was stooped over Stubborn Dog Stack, a dog by his side.
They headed north.
"Morning Mate."
It was 10-03.
Nothing had been taken.
Maybe he was adding stones?
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He sat watching the sea, the tide coming in.
"See you mate."
They headed back along the "easy" route.
A man in an Orange coat was at the top of the big slope, going back to the beach.
Slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
