Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
It was 8-48.
They had parked in Seaton Park.
It was sunny.
On the beach the air felt still.
Out in the bay, the wind turbines faced north east.
They spun slowly but constantly.
Up on The Esplanade, Park runners had began to gather.
There were many bright colours being worn.
Like someone had spilt a tube of Smarties.
They headed south.
The tide was way out.
A Jogger and a Chocolate coloured Labrador ran northwards as others walked the distant water's edge.
Full Sun.
Beach Buoy was glad he had remembered to bring sunglasses.
They walked an angled route from the strand-line towards The Seaton Carew Wreck
It would be rude not to.
The wreck today.
Once again the tide was out way beyond it.
Now he is visiting the beach even more often, he can't recall ever seeing tides so low, so often.
A lady with a doodle dog passed by.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three had gained a human.
They all headed south at a pace slower than his normal rate.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-23.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood planks for a while.
Couples and dogs headed south along the beach below.
"See you mate."
They slid down the small slope to the beach below.
It was becoming warmer.
Two hoods came down.
Gloves were stuffed into pockets.
After heading back north to clear the grey rocks, they turned once more to the south.
Off to search the shingle at Sand Martin Corner.
Sadly much of the shingle had been covered by wind-blown sand.
They returned to the north.
The sea has began to arc it's way back onto the beach.
A Jogger and dog ran southwards.
The dog was constantly jumping up at the jogger, wanting to play more than wanted to jog.
An unusual and heavy beach brick.
Possibly a thick tile, some type of flooring?
A couple passed by as they headed south.
The man was playing tug of war with a Bulldog that was keen to say hello to Another Dog.
Then...
Enter beach right.
Mr.Billy Blabbermouth!
You know the type.
Dog off its lead running to see every single dog on the beach.
"Here Boy!"
It went elsewhere.
"Here Boy!"
It went elsewhere.
Over and over again.
"Sorry." he shouts.
"It's ok ." reply a family.
"No it's not." adds Beach Buoy.
Heading back as Billy Blabbermouth's blabbering fades to the south.
BEACH BUOY.
