Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Carew Park Car Park.
It was 8-20 a.m.
They headed to The Esplanade.
It was bright.
The air was almost still and very cold.
A man with a Rucksack headed down the access ramp just ahead of them.
He marched southwards.
They followed but at a slower pace.
Beach Buoy had two hoods up and sunglasses on to suit both the brightness and the coldness of the day.
To Beach Buoy, the beach is his own private Narnia.
The Access Ramp being the wardrobe.
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The tide was a good way in but was now going out.
It was bitterly cold.
It's always seems odd when the waves break up to six steps out, on such a calm day.
They continued south.
The frosted wind-blown sand that had blown up against The Esplanade wall looked more like a snowdrift.
As he walked, Beach Buoy made notes in his beach book.
He scribbled with gloves firmly on.
A lady overtook them as she headed south with her Spaniel.
Pebbles with Legs seamed to be huddling together as if to keep warm.
Heading to Stubborn Dog Stack...
The man with the rucksack was now marching back northwards.
Beach Buoy paused at The Frosty Big Slope.
A Pale Half-Moon looked down over the dunes.
*Morning Mate."
It was 9-08.
The stack looked to be fully frosted..
Double boards still formed a seaview seat.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had kindly placed a stone either end of the double plank seat.
After a while....
"See you mate."
They all slid down the dune edge before returning northwards along the beach, close to he dunes.
It felt calm on the beach but in the bay, the waves rolled and The Wind Turbines spun quickly.
The beach was the calmest of places, it always is in many ways.
A man overtook them with his barking dog.
"No worries mate he's friendly."
Gulls had seamed to stay on and around the beach longer than usual today.
They normally start an early shift at the local tip.
Maybe they were just getting a warm in the warmer sea, waiting for a November Sun to warm the air?
They seemed to having fun bobbing about in the shallows.
They walked back towards the Village.
The tide seemed to be going out so quickly but the Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea
BEACH BUOY.
