Friday.
No Borrowed Dog today.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at Seaton Park.
It was 8-20 a.m.
As they reached the park gates, they bumped into Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.
Their walked was done.
They chatted briefly before going their separate ways.
They crossed over towards The Esplanade.
A pair of found lost gloves seemed to grip onto the Esplanade Wall in the strong wind.
The Beach Tractors were busy as usual.
The man with the Chocolate Labrador marched north.
To the south, an unusual light shone down.
The light seemed to be searching
It was a strong and cold wind that blew.
The "search" continued down along the river.
A man walked / jogged into the head wind.
Eventually he turned to the village and jogged all of the way back, roared on by the wind.
Dune edge grass danced in the strength of the wind.
A man and his Doodle Dog stood at the water's edge, looking at a slate grey sea.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-09 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Someone had kindly left two sea alleys and a story for Beach Buoy to collect
They would be kept safe with thanks.
Many thanks.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He almost, repeat almost wobbled side to side in the strong wind.
He sat watching the white breaking waves write their story on the slate of the sea.
Gulls hung in the air in the wind off the sea.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
"See you mate."
Back to the low level route and the beach, both below and beyond.
He pulled up to hoods.
The outer one, the one of his "new" orange was canvas-like.
It felt like stepping into a tent after a bracing walk.
They headed back to the village.
A village in their own little world.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still safe at sea.
BEACH BUOY.
