Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park at 8-25 a.m.
Rita the meter maid led the way to The Esplanade.
As usual she was getting her steps in as she checked for returned coins.
8-31.
Beach Buoy and the dogs had reached the beach.
The man who walks from his sea front house to the sea wearing only shorts did just that.
He takes no towel.
Once swim is done, he drips his way back home in all weathers and a pair of wet shorts.
The air was cold.
There was a breeze from the north west.
Two hoods were up.
Beach Buoy's face was half covered with a snood.
The tide was a canny way in.
The Seaton Carew Wreck would be keeping it's secrets this visit.
They headed to the Esplanade.
A man cycled by.
"Morning, by it's quiet isn't it, think everyone is out shopping."
"Morning."
Gone...
Down on the beach it looked like a man was was walking with a silver cane.
It shone in the bright morning light.
Thwack!
It turned out to be a golf club.
An unusual ball launcher for his dog.
Beach Buoy hoped beyond hope that the dog was called Bunker...
Just a reminder.
Try to make a note of the beach code number..it will come in helpful should you need to call for help.
If you are calling for medical help, maybe be worthwhile thinking about the coastguard service?
Years ago there was a lady with a broken ankle, half way along the beach
She had tripped over her dog.
They had been told two hour wait for an Ambulance.
Even then it was a trek to reach the lady.
Beach Buoy had ran to the van to get the lady water.
He asked a lady in high Viz if she was a medic.
Turned out that she was Coastguard Rescue.
They were doing an exercise nearby.
Within five minutes their truck and medics were with the lady.
Shortly afterwards she was driven to hospital.
"Why didn't they call us?"
asked the hi viz lady.
Beach Buoy.
