Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-09 a.m.
Two sea swimmers were already heading back to the car park.
Long colourful clouds were on show.
A figure stood on the dune heights, perhaps waiting for the Sunrise?
There was a fresh breeze from the north west.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
It was a glorious morning.
To the north, those colourful clouds stretched out above the village.
The tide was as far in or out as the Seaton Carew Wreck.
It was either half in the sea or half out, depending on your outlook on life
The figures near the wreck looked familiar?
It was the Very, Very Wet Retriever and it's owner.
The owner gave a distant shared wave, which was returned.
His dog went to lay in the sea.
Not wet enough apparently.
The Sun rose around 7-30.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear as he rubbed the dog's shoulders.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy collected some stones for the stack.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-41.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the Wind Turbines spin.
Team Muzzled Dog passed on the beach below.
Distant waves were shared.
The man who once had four dogs went southwards with two.
Beach Buoy stood and stretched.
"See you mate."
They carried on southwards.
The tide was out enough to allow a beach walk back after visiting the tank traps, Mermaids too if they are ashore today.
Driftwood stranded beyond the grey rocks.
They dropped down onto the beach to continue their trek south.
They searched the shingle down at Sand Martin Corner.
No Mermaids today.
A Yellow Sun turned Lemon.
It happens this time of year
At least it was two of his five a day, in the bag.
Before breakfast too.
They began a slow walk back.
Sunshine shadows led the way.
Thanks to the Lemon Sun, the shadow were faint.
The tide was working its way in.
To the north the wreck had set sail once more.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog has a slow walk back.
A lady with a Doodle Dog headed south along the water's edge.
A lady walked southwards, just below the dune edge .
She wore black trousers with a white top.
Her outfit matched her monochrome dogs.
One white.
One black.
A black arrow of sea coal pointed to the Village.
Mr. Gunn/ Lunn approached from the north.
Excellent Dog Alfie too.
The two men chatted before going their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
