Wednesday afternoon.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They touched sand at 12-59 p.m.
They headed to the sea as the village church bells rang for 1p.m.
A man with a flat cap but no sense of urgency headed south.
People and dogs wandered around.
There was plenty of space for all.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
A mild breeze from the south west blew across it.
Beach Buoy hadn't checked the tide times.
He wasn't sure if the wreck was just arriving or about to leave?
It was a pleasant afternoon.
A Milky Sun tried to shine.
A group headed back to the car park.
One pushed a large trolley.
Perhaps they had taken an old dog down to see the sea?
They headed south.
They wandered from the water's edge to the strand-line.
A figure had walked the water's edge too.
It walked up towards the low level route.
Once there, it paused.
Beach Buoy joked to himself.
"Perhaps the person is looking for suitable stones?"
After all Beach Buoy knows that look.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog passed the preoccupied person.
Beach Buoy heard the sound of a dropped stone onto the grey rocks.
"Not suitable?" he wondered.
As he headed up the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack a Pheasant took flight.
Beach Buoy had never seen a Pheasant in flight before.
It felt like a special moment.
It took a short flight from just north of the stack to the south.
Beach Buoy wondered if Pheasants go to the same flying school as the Cormorants?
It looked to be a laboured flight.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Afternoon mate."
He added the five suitable stones.
It was 1-30.
He had a sit and think.
He recalled this morning's Wabbit, the rescue dog from Bosnia and its owner, the Pheasant and the figure thought to be looking for suitable stones.
"What if it was Brakesy, looking for stock?"
"See you mate."
They dropped down to the low level route.
The figure mentioned earlier was sat down on the low level route.
STONE ON LAP!
Beach Buoy was fairly certain that this was the wonderful Brakesy about to start a painting?
They chatted.
The person mentioned the nearby crow, waiting for a piece of their sandwich.
Beach Buoy wasn't sure about asking if the person was indeed Brakesy or not.
He was fairly sure that it was.
A new Brakesy at the Stack tomorrow would confirm to a certain degree.
Beach Buoy just presumed that they might like being unknown with an air of mystery?
He wandered off unsure of his decision.
If it was Brakesy, it made it even better that they sat there with a flask, a sandwich and a crow painting what they could see.
Wonderful.
Beach Buoy headed down to the water's edge.
He could see the Sea Serpent, just south of its marker.
He wanted a photograph of the figure sat at the dune edge for a possible drawing later.
Beach Buoy was a good distance away.
He used the zoom.
He was shocked at first.
The person must have really good eyesight?
It looked liked a very distant wave.
Then again it could be that a piece of shared sandwich had been passed to the waiting Crow?
As a complete contrast to Saturday, Beach Buoy smiled all of the way back north.
The figure and his Crow friend was still there.
See that up at top right?
Their own take on Sycamore Gap.
It had been a wonderful day.
So lucky.
BEACH BUOY.
