Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park Car Park at 8-29 a.m.
A cold wind was blowing from the west.
Beach Buoy put double coats on Another Dog.
He pulled up two hoods as they set off for the beach.
There had been lots of rain overnight.
The Esplanade and the beach both looked to be quite busy for a chilly winter's morning.
The beach access ramp at the beach huts was half wind-blown sand, half rainwater.
A couple were leaving the beach with their small child.
The child was wearing Wellington Boots.
He was making a bee-line for the large puddle.
The parents were voicing concern that the depth of the water may be greater than the height of the footwear.
Three by the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea, then south.
Team one black ear approached, he still has a borrowed dog
The men shook hands.
"Happy New Year."
"All the best."
They chatted before going their own way.
A man headed back to The Esplanade in shorts and gloves.
Sea swim completed.
A man with a large-lensed camera walked to the sea, then south also, in search of a subject.
Predictably and understandably, he stopped at the wreck.
Three lady sea swimmers took to the sea nearby.
He photographed them too.
He showed them the photographs.
They posed for another, giggling.
The lady who walks the full beach was heading back to the north.
The lady with two Labradors, one white, one black walked at the base of the dunes.
"Rosie!" she called one of her dogs.
People at the water's edge were headed back to the north.
One man with a Black Labrador.
A couple with a Black Labrador.
The wreck today.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack via the lower level.
Two Poodles in onesies passed by.
"Morning Mate, Happy New Year."
It was 9-10.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the damp double driftwood bench.
He watched the sea.
Two of the three dogs that once were four play catch up on the beach below.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog slipped back to the beach.
They headed north.
Horserider up on the dune heights.
It came down onto the beach and galloped off beyond the wreck.
The tide was way out.
The wreck was still on show.
A young child ran excitedly to the sea.
An old man walked purposely back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
