Beach Buoy set off on a school run and to collect Borrowed Dog.
It was 7-50 a.m.
A Full Sun was already up above Saltburn to the south.
He passed the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple.
They were already walking hurriedly home.
School run done and with Borrowed Dog aboard, they headed to Seaton Park.
They passed Team One Black Ear on the way.
They too were heading home.
Beach Buoy parked up.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie were already out in their walk.
Beach Buoy sat in the van for a few minutes.
He looked at the frosted grass in the bright sunlight.
Beach Buoy and the dogs set off.
The Esplanade was well frosted.
At the top of the access ramp, the tractor driver with a trailer waited for a barrier key.
The beach was white with frost but still soft underfoot and paw.
Beyond the strand-line, the beach turned turned to gold and black.
Black from Seacoal stretches.
At the water's edge, a young lady filmed as her dog ran towards her.
The tide was more in than it was out.
There was a slight breeze from the west.
A man with no dog, led the way south.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
A frosty scene up near the dunes, beyond the strand-line.
With a dash of imagination, it could all look like a distant, snow covered mountain range.
Eight Crows landed nearby.
They called out.
Some sounded more like Daleks than Crows.
It was a beautiful clear morning.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stack stones.
Each felt like a jumbo ice cube.
They headed for the low level route.
The low morning sun lit it up like a runway.
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"Morning Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added the suitable stones in a suitable location.
The collection of stones seemed to hold the cold.
The Marram Grass around it was white with the frost.
The grass further away seemed to be pale green and yellow.
Beach Buoy stood.
The driftwood plank with plenty of rust was heavy with frost.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Beach Buoy paused along the sandy route.
A summer-like scene on a February morning.
They left the stack and the Sun behind.
As they headed north, the passed the very very wet retriever.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back north.
The man with the Pug fed the Crows as he headed south.
A lady in a long black coat threw a ball in the sea for her Black Labrador.
A Lone Gull flew overhead, sounding like the tinman in need of oil.
BEACH BUOY.
