Another Dog did her usual
"You go, I'll be OK here on my own."
They headed for the beach.
It was 6-54 a.m.
The chilled air was almost still.
The tide was well out.
Two sea swimmers began a long walk, back to the car park.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They chatted as they walked southwards.
Team Muzzled Dog went by
"Morning."
Team One Black Ear continued along the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed to the top of the big slope.
They walked the "easy" route.
" Morning Mate."
It was 7-20.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
Some of the painted stones had been taken. Luckily duplicates are hidden in the stack.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards.
They headed for the Sun as if it were the mother ship
A fisherman fished on the beach below.
A stranded crab pot flag, beyond the grey rocks.
The royal blue flag fluttered in the morning breeze.
The Tank Traps.
Friday fishing.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn went by.
They exchanged distant waves.
The Tank Traps and Sand Martin Corner beyond.
Waiting for a bite.
Sunny Seaton Carew.
A spread out Team Mick Aston Jumper.
A slow walk back.
BEACH BUOY.
