Tuesday.
Beach Buoy had to scrape ice from the van's windscreen.
He went to collect Borrowed Dog.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked in Seaton Park.
It was 8-30 a.m.
It was very bright.
Some house windows shone gold in the low winter Sun.
They headed for the beach access ramp at the beach huts.
The ramp suddenly became very busy.
Everyman and woman and their dog seemed to be there.
In the middle of it all, there was Borrowed Dog squatting, doing what Borrowed Dogs do when they squat.
Cheers.
They headed to the sea, then south.
The tide was well in.
It was a calm day, with a slight but cold breeze from the west.
Once again the sea was rough, the beach was completely opposite.
The waves were actually breaking seven steps out into the bay.
A photographer walked to the sea.
She also headed south, at a distance.
Perhaps trying to capture a shot of Beach Buoy heading to the Sun?
The Crow and the Sea.
The photographer turned her back to the sun to shelter her screen as she viewed her photographs.
Checking to see if her digital morning captured the real one.
The Sun acted as a marker for Stubborn Dog Stack.
The dune edge, untouched by the previous high tide was frosty.
Driftwood lay along the strand-line.
"That" piece of Orange driftwood was still ashore.
Still "ablaze."
Beach Buoy collected five stones for Stubborn Dog Stack before setting off along the low level route to the Stack.
Beach Buoy paused.
A man was heading north along the low level route.
He had two poodles for company.
Poodles sporting Christmas style jumpers.
"Morning ."
"Morning, raging isn't it?"
"Yes. but lovely."
Beach Buoy and the dogs went to the stack.
The photographer had stopped, choosing to rest up against the dune edge, checking her images.
"Morning Mate."
Its was 9-26 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood bench with plenty of rust , had a fair amount of frost.
The stones of the stack were frosted too.
Beach Buoy stood watching the waves roll in.
To the south, a ship seemed to be travelling the dunes.
It was in fact heading down The Tees, out to sea.
"See you mate."
As they returned to the beach, the ship cleared The Gares.
Setting sail on a choppy sea.
The rough sea seemed reluctant to give up it's hold on the beach.
In places it was as wide as The Esplanade.
A couple squeezed by with two small cartoon- looking dogs.
"Morning ."
"Morning, alright?"
"Yes thanks."
Beach Buoy and the dogs stayed the the water's edge.
Two ladies stood chatting as their three dogs yapped.
The narrowness of the beach made the south look busy.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back towards the van.
As they passed the Clock Tower, the village church bells rang for 10 a.m.
A man walked northwards along the water's edge.
He wore a very pointed hat.
Beach Buoy wondered if he was a Wizard on a day off?
As they headed up the access ramp. Beach Buoy could see a man walking the water's edge with his dog.
They walked southwards with Twelve Crows for company.
He must have gave them some food?
They will follow the full length of the beach.
Hopping just ahead of them, waiting.
BEACH BUOY.
