Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Carew Park.
They headed to the beach.
It was around 9 a.m.
It was bright.
The tide was about 50/50.
Tugs nudged and pulled a Ship into the river.
They headed south towards the recently risen Sun.
There was a strong breeze from the west.
The Bay was full of sea.
Beach Buoy's head was full of thoughts.
Next to no one on the beach and no one next to Beach Buoy.
In places, dry sand snaked from dune to sea.
It was just a rippled sea today.
The water like an unironed silk table cloth in blue with lace edging of small white beach-broken waves.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-35 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double plank seat.
Someone had stashed four pieces of driftwood, up near the stack.
Maybe a fire was being planned ?
Beach Buoy stood up.
He sensed that someone was coming.
He was correct.
A lady came from the south through the dunes, five dogs followed.
"Hello There."
"Hi."
The crossing of the ways passed peacefully.
The lady and her dogs walked the "easy route.
Beach Buoy waited a while.
He turned to face the industry and the breeze.
Marram Grass danced in the foreground.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and the dogs slid down the dune edge.
They returned to the north.
Up ahead, the towel folder and his mate left the dunes.
It was obvious by the amount of bags that they had camped in the dunes overnight.
The loads didn't seem fair.
All of the way along the beach, the two men would stop and rearrange and redistribute the loads.
Beach Buoy wondered if they were semi- professional luggage jugglers?
He headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
