Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach around 8-25 a.m.
A man stood smoking inside a beach hut porch.
It was sunny but chilly. It had been the first frosty windscreen of autumn.
The tide was way out, beyond The Seaton Carew Wreck.
The wreck looked splendid.
To the north, Brass Monkey Sea Swimmers were returning to their belongings.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed South..
Steam rose from a relatively warm sea on such a bright chilly morning.
There wasn't a soul to the south.
The beach seemed as vast as the sun was bright.
An unseen lady up in the dunes shouted her dogs.
A White Labrador and a Black Labrador that had wandered down onto the beach below.
Beach Buoy paused at the base of the big slope.
P E A C E
Up the big slope...
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-04.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
The colours seemed to be so vivid today.
Light Blue sky.
Metallic Blue sea.
Copper-bronze beach.
A Golden Sun.
and a bright orange Billy Buoy.
"See you mate."
They dropped down onto the beach below.
They continued southwards.
The machine gun post was gradually crumbling into the sea.
Lots of sand had gone from around the tank traps.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle.
Sea Pottery.
A larger than usual stone alley.
A tangle of ghost fishing gear.
He phoned up and reported it as found.
They were lost in 2016!
They returned to the north.
Billy Buoy and Stubborn Dog Stack from the beach way below.
They had. Slow walk back.
A dog and jogger jogged south.
A beachcomber walk the beach with his back pack.
A Parcel of Oyster Catchers stood watching as the sea reclaimed The Seaton Carew Wreck.
As they approached the beach huts, the village church bells rang for ten.
BEACH BUOY.
