Friday... Afternoon.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach for a second time.
They walked from the house this time around.
As they walked down Elizabeth Way they saw Dottie Dog and her owner.
It looked like they could be going to the beach too but at three times the speed of Beach Buoy and the dogs.
Distant waves were shared.
The distance being that of a two lane road.
Eventually Beach Buoy and the dogs arrived at the beach.
It was 1-45 p.m.
The tide had gone out enough to expose The Seaton Carew Wreck once more.
A man stood near it, trying to look important.
He must have been.
A red and white stick stood nearby.
There was a fresh breeze from the north west.
The Sun shone brightly and gave off some welcome heat.
The litter-picking man was ... picking litter near to the strand-line.
A man approached with two dogs.
Fred the Jack Russell.
Lionel the Scottie Dog.
Beach Buoy and the man chatted briefly, agreeing that the beach was good for the soul.
They went their separate ways.
Up along the dune heights, a figure headed southwards with a large rucksack attached.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple went by almost unnoticed.
It was odd seeing them on an afternoon beach.
Like seeing someone in civvies when they should be in uniform.
It was milder than the morning walk.
Two hoods were down but sunglasses well and truly on.
A Doodle Dog came to say hello.
It looked like Borrowed Dog.
They stood nose to nose sniffing each other, perhaps thing that they were just looking in a mirror.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to The Big Slope.
Much of the dune edge had remained in shadow all day.
It hadn't felt the Sun's Midas touch.
Overnight frost had stayed all day.
Patches of the "easy" route were frosted too.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 2-17.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the recently double-planked bench.
He watched the sea.
Spaced at regular intervals, three people headed south towards North Gare Pier.
They were heading there alone but together without even knowing it.
"See you mate."
They slid down to the beach below.
They headed north, just to clear the grey rocks before turning south.
They too were heading to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy was keen to see if the morning's wild waves had stirred up any treasure.
A couple headed along the Pier.
Just a bit and a bob,
And a big door knob.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back.
The tide was on its way back in once more.
BEACH BUOY.
