Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-17 a.m.
It was mild.
The tide was well out. The Seaton Carew Wreck had just come ashore.
The air was still.
Two sea swimmers headed back to their car.
Dip done.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south. Others did too.
The lady who walks the length of the beach was heading back northwards.
People and dogs were dotted around.
High in the sky, the sound of Geese.
Beach Buoy looked up.
A long line of Geese snakes their way north.
They hadn't formed a Vee.
They were in one long line, like a string of wind-torn birthday bunting.
The Sun's Orange glow began to fade as grey clouds began to claim it.
A Border Collie ran in circles as it tried to round up Beach Crows.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the big slope.
Industry across the dunes.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the "easy" route.
Stood on driftwood, Three Beach Crows plotted their revenge...
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-41.
Team One Black Ear passed by on the beach below.
Silent distant waves were shared.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three passed by.
Another Dog on guard duty.
A couple and their dog headed north on the beach below.
They played beach bubble wrap as they went.
The couple were going out of their way to crush the numerous razor shells that lay on and around the strand-line.
A man and Labrador headed south.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
A slow walk back.
Two ladies walked south, coffees in hand as their doodle dog ran around squeaking it's squeaky toy.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
The tide would reclaim it soon enough.
The man who once had a Beagle but now had a Spaniel came over to chat.
They talked as they both returned to the car park.
BEACH BUOY.
