Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
It was a cold morning.
An icy wind blew from the north.
Two hoods had been deployed.
They took the short walk to the beach, towards a noisy sea.
They stepped on sand at 8-35 a.m.
A man with a Corgi headed south.
A lady with a large dog headed north.
They stopped to chat.
A lady in a mustard coat approached.
"Thought it was you in your Orange Coat."
It was Beach Buoy's ex neighbour.
They chatted a while before going their own ways.
Rain seemed to be following a ship on the horizon.
The tide was heading out.
It hadn't reached The Seaton Carew Wreck yet.
Lots of clouds in the air.
The ship passed the Wind Turbines with the rain in hot pursuit.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued southwards.
Up ahead Mr. Gunn/ Lunn and excellent dog Alfie had set off on their four mile circular walk.
He stopped, turned and gave a distant wave which was returned.
A lady overtook Beach Buoy with her Brown Spaniel.
She cut through to the dune edge to continue her way south.
The tide was still high enough to block beach access to the Tank Trap Area.
Spots of rain came and went, amounting to nothing really.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed the big slope.
Although it was a cold morning, there was no frost today.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-08.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The well-worn plank with plenty of rust was still in place.
Someone had found Beach Buoy's hidden back-up plank.
It had been hidden nearby in long marram grass.
His Plan B, should the well-worn plank with plenty of rust go missing.
His Plank B really.
Beach Buoy sat on the two short planks, wondering if he was as thick as them as the saying would suggest.
It was a fresh seat this morning.
A faceful of icy air.
Down on the beach below, a Brown Spaniel raced up and down the water's edge, chasing Invisible Gulls.
"See you mate."
They set off back along the "easy" route.
They headed back north.
Up ahead a dog walker had six or seven dogs on the loose
Beach Buoy headed to the sea to avoid them.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was beginning to show.
Wrecked twice a day for over a hundred years.
Beach Buoy stopped to pick up a piece of sea pottery.
They continued south.
It was a fresh and exhilarating morning.
Others had just set off on their walks.
A man and his dog approached The Seaton Carew Wreck.
BEACH BUOY.
