Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Carew Park.
They headed for The Esplanade.
Not not Beach Buoy (in a black coat) and his little dog were leaving the beach behind.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy.
"How do." came the expected reply.
They went their separate ways.
Feet and paws reached sand at 8-19.
The view north to the Village Green.
The man with the Chocolate coloured Labrador headed south.
He large fun-filled dog stopped every now and then to dig in the sand.
There was a slight breeze from the south west.
It was a chilly breeze.
The tide seemed to be slightly more in than it was out.
A jogger headed south.
He alternated between jogger, beach walks and beachcomber.
A Ship leaves the River behind.
It rounded the Wind Turbines before heading south.
It was a grey day.
There was a slice of peach in the sky to the south.
Just a slice.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
8-57.
He patted
THE
stone
He added five more.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
"See you mate."
A couple were on the beach below.
Beach Buoy and the dogs returned north via the "easy " route in the dunes.
Down the big slope.
Back to the beach.
They headed back.
The wreck was still mostly at sea.
Up near the strand-line, the man who marches to imaginary rearranged meetings, did so in a red coat.
BEACH BUOY.
