Wednesday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They arrived at 8-28 a.m.
Once again, wind and spots of rain blew in off the sea.
It was a grey morning on the north east coast of England.
A lady and her dog headed north.
She would pause to check her phone from time to time as her little dog ran to chase shoreline birds.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach was heading back to the north.
The tide was way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was on show once more.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed for it.
The wreck today.
With the tide being so low, it was a long cold walk from the car park for these two sea swimmers.
Into the sea.
Beach Buoy and the dogs began to cross in the general direction of the low level route.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stack stones as they walked.
They walked a diagonal path.
A Crow flew to the dune via the shortest route of all.
A man and a Spaniel walked the water's edge.
They had chatted once or twice.
Beach Buoy didn't instigate distant waves as they hadn't exchanged them in the past.
Along the low level route.
Up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was around 9-10.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Sitting on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the waves.
He watched an aerial display by eight Gulls.
Seven chasing the other for it's scrap of food.
A Lone Gull drifted by.
He stood to go.
He looked north.
The lady who loves the sea was heading back north along the "easy" route with her German Shepherd.
They must have passed by behind the stack unnoticed.
On the beach below two people walked a doodle dog.
"See you mate."
Soon, Beach Buoy and the dogs were walking the beach below too.
Sea pottery.
Even the blank pieces tell a story of the potter.
Fingermarks from unknown but gifted hands.
They returned to the water's edge.
It swirls and it's coming and goings.
People walked beyond the wreck.
Beach Buoy faffed with the new camera before returning to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
