Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
After a faff to end all faffs, they set off for the beach.
The went down the beach access ramp near to the beach huts.
Moments later, the council tractor with a trailer attached, went up the ramp.
It had just tipped more wind-blown sand at the water's edge.
It was 11-14 a.m.
It was Friday.
It was overcast.
It was misty.
The sea and the sky were almost the same shade of grey.
Almost.
The tide was slightly more in than it was out.
A man with a Spaniel headed north along the water's edge.
Then another man with another Spaniel did the same.
They headed south along a Seacoal stripped beach.
Pied Wagtails wagged.
The Pebbles with Legs all seemed to have been fitted with new batteries.
They hurried to and from the water's edge.
A Lone Crow stood at the water's edge, crowing as if shouting instructions.
"In."
"Out,"
"Shake it all about."
Sea pottery find in the shingle scatter.
Three kayaks headed north, just this side of the gloom
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was a muffled grey morning.
11-48.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood plank seat.
"See you mate."
He couldn't stay long.
A busy day.
They slid down onto the beach below.
They headed back .
A couple walked beside the sea, as they threw a ball for their sandy coloured German Shepherd.
It and they were no bother.
A couple appeared from the dunes.
They had seven dogs all running free
All different breeds and sizes.
They and their dogs were surprisingly no bother too.
BEACH BUOY.