Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached Seaton Park at 8-07 a m
They headed to The Esplanade.
It was 8-15.
A lady jogger headed northwards along The Esplanade.
She was trying to jog and text at the same time.
Something had to give.
It wasn't working.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the beach.
It was mild.
A breeze blew from the south west.
Spots of rain were carried in the breeze.
In time, spots of rain became rain
Two hoods went up.
A man walked northwards with two dogs. One of them wore an illuminated collar like the
"Colgate ring of confidence."
Beach Buoy wondered, what with the rain and the hint of a sunrise, if there was any chance of a rainbow?
He turned to the north.
Every chance.
He could see the fingers of the wreck up ahead.
Ship timbers.
The Wreck and The Rainbow.
They continued to the south, Gulls stood facing the breeze and the rain.
Beach Buoy searched shingle.
Shingle became ripples in the sand.
One half of the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed northwards with his dog.
Gulls seemed to want to lead the way.
The rain stopped.
Out in the bay a ship passed between The Gares, heading down River.
A man with a Chocolate Brown Labrador, headed up the big slope.
Beach Buoy and the dogs took the lower beach route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-55.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood bench.
Although it was mild, the rain had wet Beach Buoy's hands.
He cupped them like a sea shell and blew into them to warm them.
The sound of Industry rumbled down the river.
Beach Buoy had passed over that baton now.
Bing Bong.
An unheard announcement drifted across a distant site in the breeze.
After the initial hint of brightness it was somewhat dull.
Beach Buoy sat watching the flashing lights of the bay.
Checking their patterns of flashing.
Hartlepool Headland.
One Apple
Five Apple and
One Apple
Five Apple and
All present and correct.
He checked South Gare Pier.
Six Apple and Seven,
Six Apple and Seven
Six Apple and Seven
All ok.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy had decided to continue to Sand Martin Corner via the dune edge.
A man with a Border Collie headed north along the water's edge.
A lady with a Spaniel did the same.
North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy mooched in Sand Martin Corner shingle.
Nothing of interest today.
They turned to head back.
Overhead a Crow and a Gull argued over whose breakfast it was
The Crow won.
Distant wave to Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed on the beach below.
There was another ball-launching and blabbermouth show.
Top tip for Blabbermouths, don't bother doing a daft voice when calling your dog.
You are still a BLABBERMOUTH.
Less said the better.
Beach Buoy doesn't want to become Seaton Carew's own Victor Meldrew.
Maybe it's too late?
Beach Buoy's coat had dried from the earlie rain thanks to the constant breeze.
A couple and their dog swapped sea for car park.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the strand-line.
But........
Tracks!
He just had to walk in-between the tracks.
A band of Seacoal crossed from the strand-line to the sea.
The council tractor returned more wind-blown sand to its rightful owner.
Beach Buoy and the dogs returned to the van.
The village church bells rang for 10 a.m.
as they climbed the beach hut access ramp.
BEACH BUOY.
