Another Dog was watching a rerun of Ludwig.
There was no tempting her.
Beach Buoy set off alone, heading for Borrowed Dog.
As he drove along Tees Road, Ducks flew just overhead from The Common to the Cricket Club.
Beach Buoy wondered if the Cricket Club had ducks onsite to give to batsmen should they score a zero?
It transpired that Borrowed Dog would not be coming to the beach afterall.
The Dog Groomer was due later that day.
Borrowed Dog had been in the shower ready for his cut.
Beach Buoy parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn's car was already parked nearby.
No dog-related faff today.
He headed for the beach.
It was 8-12 a.m.
And there he was !
Not not Beach Buoy back in an Orange Coat.
Time to drop a not.
Beach Buoy headed towards the access ramp at Station Lane.
A Beach Tractor waited at the top of the access ramp.
The Barrier for vehicles was closed and locked.
The driver sat waiting for a key.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Beach Buoy wandered along the water's edge, heading south.
Team One Black Ear were up on The Esplanade not responding to distant waves.
More because of distance than any issues.
Two Beach Tractors trundled south.
A key and a second tractor had been located.
Off to move sand that had piled up against The Esplanade and partially blocked the south end access ramp.
Beach Buoy claimed temporary sand bank islands as his own as he walked.
Half of the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed north in silence.
The man with the Chocolate Labrador headed south by the dunes before going up and over the big slope.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle scatter that led to Stubborn Dog Stack.
He picked up ten sandy-coloured stones
Each suitable for the stack.
"Morning Mate."
9-03.
Beach Buoy added ten stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A man came from the south with two small bulldog types.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Team bulldog walked the "easy" route.
Just out from the stack a Seal surfaced as it headed south.
To the north, the tractors performed a Beach Ballet at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy decided to continue south along the dune edge.
Dune Troll-dodging.
The tide was still well in.
Beach Buoy crossed the grey rocks to search the shingle down near to the tank traps.
He travelled with caution.
He searched the shingle.
He left the finds as agreed.
For The Mermaids.
The tide was too far in to allow beach access to the north.
He crossed the Grey Rocks once more.
Back to the dunes.
Back to the north.
A man stood on North Gare Pier with his two dogs.
Beach Buoy passed the stack on his return journey.
He added another stone.
"See you tomorrow mate."
He walked the low level route.
The professional dog walker was heading south along the low level route.
Five dogs today.
The two men chatted.
As they did so, the lady who loves the beach walked the "easy"route just above
Waves were shared.
He walked the water's edge.
The tide was going out.
Suddenly the beach felt so wide and spacious.
The Wreck was still at sea.
Beach Buoy joined The Esplanade at the earliest opportunity.
The two tractors were clearing the southernmost access ramp of sand.
Beach Buoy jumped over the low south end of the wall like a Gazelle....
He limped his way north along The Esplanade.
Crow's Nest on The Wreck information board?
He passed the bus station clock tower
at 10-10 a.m.
Beach Buoy recalled that in the days of catalogues such as Freeman's.
The clocks and watches on sale were invariably set at
1-50
or
10-10.
The hands of the timepieces raised like arms saying
"Hooray."
It was just today that Beach Buoy realised that
Golden River
was next to
Golden Sands.
He headed back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
