Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
They took the short walk to The Esplanade.
The beach access ramp between the crazy golf and the beach huts was flooded.
They accessed the beach via a set of steps.
The steps were just a bit to the south, their sharp edges smoothed by wind-blown sand.
A metal detectorist seemed to be going more for area than accuracy, as he marched across the sands.
To the north, Seaton Carew Village Green.
A few people and dogs were dotted around.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
The tide was well out but coming in.
A family headed to the sea from tall to small, as if they had said
" Tallest first!"
They headed for the big slope.
A blue tent was set up at its base, near the dune edge.
It looked a bit of a tent fail as it flapped about in the wind.
From the top of the big slope he could see that Billy Buoy was still up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
This pleased him.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 4-18 p.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a well-worn plank with plenty of rust, watching the sea.
Thinking thoughts.
He closed his eyes.
He nodded off, head bowed.
It was the most comfortable seat in the most perfect of spots.
It was one of those nods, like the ones where you have been out in the cold all day, then sit in a comfy chair by the fire.
A plank his chair.
The sea his fire.
He stood to go.
Another Dog stood on her two back legs, as she leant on Beach Buoy.
The beach below looked to be quiet.
"See you mate."
Another Dog led the way along the "easy" route.
She is hard to see on the photograph.
She is almost like four-legged camouflage.
They returned to the beach.
A jogger head south with a lovely brown doodle dog running alongside.
For a moment the dog was torn as to what to do.
Say hello or keep jogging?
It jogged on but looked back on a number of occasions.
A slow walk back.
All roads seemed to lead to the crazy golf.
They cut back onto The Esplanade as the access ramp, near to the crazy golf was flooded.
BEACH BUOY.
