Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
They took the short walk to The Esplanade and the beach access ramp that leads from it.
They walked down the access ramp , reaching the beach at 8-25.
Two tractors were busy moving shifted sand that had built up against the Esplanade Wall during the recent storm.
It forms a slope up against the wall in certain strong winds.
The slope then always allows any further sand to turn the car park and even the sea front into beach.
They headed south.
It was still windy but nothing like yesterday.
The sea was still wild.
There was no horizon as such.
It was breaking waves as far out as you could see, such were their height.
Team One Black Ear approached from the south.
They paused to chat, mainly about the storm.
They were both wrapped up like Eskimos.
They went their separate ways.
Others were out too.
A couple with a dog.
A family with two dogs.
The others drifted north.
The south belonged to Beach Buoy and the dogs.
A large colourful Buoy lay near the bottom of the big slope.
It had chains attached.
There were drag marks on the beach to show that the Buoy had been pulled from the water's edge.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed the big slope.
It was easier to climb today,
as it had been stripped of all loose soft sand by the storm.
It was more of a staircase than a slope.
The walked the "easy" route.
It looked a little unfamiliar, as it took had been affected by the storm.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-02.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the double driftwood planks.
It's a wonder they survived the storm.
He watched the wild sea.
He watched Gulls flying just to stay still in the wind.
"See you mate."
They slid down the small slope in front of Stubborn Dog Stack.
The sandy path along the base of the dune edge was wider now.
Wind-blown sand had filled the gaps between many of the grey rocks.
They headed north, near the water's edge.
A Labrador dashed from the dunes, destination Sea.
It's owner appeared shortly afterwards.
They took the lead.
A man with a Spaniel headed South.
They had chatted up at the stack a couple of years back about dog loss..
Beach Buoy waved.
The man nodded and winked.
They carried on going their separate ways.
A lady walked the water's edge.
Coffee in one hand, phone in the other.
The Sun shone brightly.
The wind eased and became a little warmer, less of a bite to it.
Beach Buoy and the dogs returned to the access ramp.
Then the van.
BEACH BUOY
