Friday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached Seaton Park
at 8-19 a.m.
They headed to an overcast beach.
On The Esplanade they stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
Milo, their borrowed dog had gone home on Saturday.
Back to street life.
The friendly Black Labrador will really be missing his beach walks.
"I miss throwing the ball for him."
Hugo, the dog with one black ear must the type not to bother?
As they chatted the lady who walks the full beach had reached The Esplanade on her return.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
They all went their separate ways.
Beach.
Breathe.
The tide was well out.
A slight breeze from the south had a chill to it.
Gulls and Crows stood near to the water's edge.
Out in the bay, a ship headed towards the river and a waiting Tees Tug.
A nostalgic wreck watched on, as the ship passed two Gares.
Another two Tees Tugs had arrived to push and pull it in to place.
The wreck today.
Beach Crows began to form a wreck of their own.
The man with the Chocolate Labrador headed south along the base of the dunes.
Off to the big slope and the dunes beyond.
Another Ship came from the south.
It turned towards the river.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-12 a.m.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He stood, watching the sea.
It's what Beach Buoy's do.
It was a dull day weather-wise.
The only hint of the Sun's location was a splash of moon-like silver on an otherwise bluey grey sky.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
They ambled back to the north.
A man, a dog and a coffee headed south along three dune heights.
A lady with four small dogs and squeaky toy went south also.
She chose to walk the beach below.
BEACH BUOY.
