Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached Seaton Park Car Park at 8-18 a.m.
Drizzle.
The Tractor Driver arrived at the beach access ramp shortly after they had stepped onto the beach. He made metallic noises as he unlocked the barrier.
A slight breeze from the north carried the drizzle across the bay.
A Hopping and Hopeful Crow followed them as they headed south.
The tide was well out.
They continued south.
The drizzle fizzled out.
They arrived at the wreck.
They had company...
To the north, the Tractor headed to the sea, returning wind-blown sand.
A lady in a black coat, shouted a dog in a red coat.
The lady who walks the beach was returning to the north.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie caught up.
They walked and chatted all the way to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie clambered up the Pier side to continue their circular walk.
In other words, they went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy had collected some suitable stones.
A lady and her dog were walking the water's edge, heading south.
Beach Buoy and the dogs crossed over the grey rocks.
The lady and her dog had space now.
They headed to Stubborn Dog Stack from the south, along the base of the dune edge.
There would be no more Dune Troll issues.
Beach Buoy had made that fairly clear.
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"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He looked out at the swooping grey clouds, each a different shade.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
They walked the low level route.
They returned north.
It was a grey morning but that was fine.
The greyness was like an old comfortable overcoat.
Not itchy or scratchy, just comfortable.
The type of coat that gives you a hug when you put it on.
A lady walked the water's edge as her small dog chased birds.
The Beach Tractor headed to the sea once more.
Beach Buoy and the Tractor must be strange soulmates...
As they passed the last of the dunes, ten dogs had come tumbling over.
The "Professional" dog walkers had arrived.
They passed the wreck once more .
They headed back to the van and the Post Card mural.
BEACH BUOY.
