Beach Buoy drove to Seaton Park alone.
Another Dog really not keen this morning.
He drove along The Front.
A lazy flag hung at half mast at The Golf Club.
An old man shuffled towards the newsagents as if that Sunday paper was a death sentence...
Grandparents pushed an early morning pushchair.
Perhaps wishing more sleeping had taken place on the sleep over?
A lady with her two wheeled shopping trolley, stood like a meerkat at the bus stop.
He arrived at the park at 7-54 a.m.
He set off for the beach.
Not Beach Buoy and his small dog were beach-bound also.
They led the way down the Station Lane access ramp.
As to further confirm that it was Not Beach Buoy, he broke into a trot!
Sea swimmers went for a dip, leaving the frost-edged beach behind.
Not Beach Buoy and his dog headed south.
They only ever walk to the start of the dunes before turning towards The Esplanade.
There was a chill in the air.
It was almost still.
Just the slightest of breezes from the south West.
Team One Black Ear were heading back.
They were way over near The Esplanade Wall.
They shared distant waves.
Beach Buoy noticed that Milo the borrowed dog must have finally returned home.
He will miss the beach, going back to street walks.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was well ashore.
It lay up ahead.
A metal detectorist scanned and walked the beach at a rapid rate
It looked like he was doing last minute hoovering , knowing that someone was due to visit at short notice.
Beach Buoy approached the wreck.
Two hoods and zips were up.
The Sun began to clear low cloud.
The wreck today...
Others walked northwards along the water's edge.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple searched as they returned to the north.
The lady with a white dog and a black dog headed south up near the dunes.
Another metal detectorist scanned and walked at a slower pace.
Beach Buoy glanced back to the north.
His long sunshine shadow seemed reluctant to leave the village behind.
Beach Buoy aimed for the lower level route to the stack.
He gathered five suitable stones.
The route was frosted.
At least the sand was soft, just dusted with frost.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-34.
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the beach below.
A man seemed to walk on water as he returned northwards.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
North for a short while to clear the grey rocks, then south
A temporary island appeared.
Beach Buoy claimed it and named it
Calf of Snook.
He searched the Tank Trap shingle.
He left his finds for The Mermaids, as agreed.
He turned to head back.
The tide was coming in.
His temporary island had just become sea.
Beach Buoy still had two hoods up.
He walked back in a zig zag pattern following a route that enabled a game of beach bubble wrap as he progressed northwards.
A Border Collie, more white than black, waited for it's lady owner to catch up.
The lady who loves the beach was just setting off to the south with her companion and her German Shepherd.
He passed the wreck and a small black dog.
Mr. Gunn /Lunn and excellent dog Alfie had not long joined the beach.
They chatted.
Alfie came over for a shoulder scratch.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
