It was a frosty windscreen type of morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
Street lights were still illuminated.
Gulls cried in the sky while others laughed on rooftops.
At the side of the road a lost hat sparkled with frost.
A Wool Crown fit for a King.
Another Dog seemed to want to sniff every blade of roadside grass.
Pre-sunrise colours were fading in the sky to the south east.
Bedroom windows reflected the changing and fading colours.
They reached Tees Road.
A light breeze travelled down the road like a shift worker heading home after a twelve hour shift.
A lamppost flag fluttered.
They headed to the Clock Tower.
Like some people, it had more than one face.
Like some people, faces lie.
Faces told different times.
It was 7-57.
Both of these faces were incorrect.
The face looking out to sea showed the correct time.
The one looking north seemed to be somewhere near at first glance.
The long and short hands needed to swap places.
As they reached The Esplanade, the Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m.
They headed down the beach steps opposite the Bus Station.
Once on the beach they headed to the sea.
The tide was way out.
Their old friend, the wreck was on show once more.
Lots of space for everyone.
Perfect.
Bruised colours to the north.
The uneven, well walked non tidal sand had a frosted crust.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Each had to be given a gentle tap to release it from a frosty grip.
The tidal sand was smoother and soft.
A couple stood with a brighter backdrop to the south.
Both wore rucksacks.
The Gentleman stripped down to his swimwear.
He headed into the sea as the lady took photographs of the event.
Her Coat and rucksack were still firmly attached.
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He didn't stay in very long.
He looked to be doing a dance-type walk.
From a distance
It could be taken to mean that the water was either very hot or very cold.
It was cold.
Up ahead a dog walker walked the water's edge.
Rough seas had delivered sea pottery.
Up ahead, Team One Black Ear were heading back to the north.
They stopped to chat.
Beach Buoy patted Milo, the borrowed dog.
"Some people have been up at your stack."
They chatted some more before heading off in opposite directions.
Out in the Bay a Large Ship headed towards the River Tees.
The approach.
One half of Team Muzzled dog were heading back to the north.
The gentleman and Dasher the Muzzled dog were off doing a circular walk.
The lady and Alfie the Border Collie were going to jog back along the beach.
They chatted briefly.
They headed in opposite directions at different speeds.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
The Sun came up.
It was blinding.
Beach Buoy took a photograph.
He didn't see the approaching couple.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady didn't reply.
They continued along to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-37.
The Crow arrived shortly after they did.
Beach Buoy gently added five suitable stones to the stack.
He didn't want to scare they Crow.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood seat with an elevated view also had a covering of frost.
He had a stand and think.
"See you mate."
He scattered seeds for the Crow.
They continued south along the dune edge.
A Crow, the Crow?
Beach Beach Buoy scattered some more seeds.
Another Dog led the way.
She paused.
Up ahead, the Gentleman who sleeps rough was preparing to head back.
They chatted.
They wished each other well for the new year.
They shook hands
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