Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They arrived at 2-40 p.m.
There was a breeze from the west.
It was a mild breeze.
They headed southwards.
The tide was as far out as The Seaton Carew Wreck.
Up ahead a toddler toddled to the sea excitedly.
A couple walked to the sea at a slower rate.
Each carried a white plastic bucket in each hand.
They seemed to be more full than they were empty.
The view north.
Towards the Village Green.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
There seemed be three chosen routes along the beach.
Water's edge.
Strand-line.
Dune edge.
A family group of eight walked the water's edge.
Six of the eight wore pink of differing shades.
A couple up ahead with their Border Collie, turned back mid-beach.
Beach Buoy collected five beach stones for the stack.
He played beach bubble wrap with shells whenever the opportunity presented itself.
They walked the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 3-10.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood bench.
It was breezy up on the dunes but it was just as mild.
Voices and the sound of a squeaking dog toy travelled from back in the dunes.
"See you mate."
The returned to the beach below.
Another Dog investigated some of the dune edge.
Two horserider had joined the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
A lady approached with her Border Collie.
"Hiya."
"Hiya."
It was one half of Team Muzzled Dog.
The Muzzled Dog and the lady's partner were absent.
Being Christmas Eve Beach Buoy was delighted to finally find out that Muzzled Dog was called Dasher.
Dasher had had an operation but was on the mend.
They chatted for a good ten minutes.
They went their separate ways.
A lady went by with two small black dogs.
The dogs wore Jingle Bells.
3-55 p.m.
Sunset.
BEACH BUOY.
