Foggy Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-45 a.m.
The tide was a fair way out.
A dismounted cyclist rested on The Esplanade Wall .
The 7 a.m. club headed south.
Crows followed, cat treats on offer.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
There was a strong chilly breeze helping them along.
The 7 a.m. club turned to head back.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning, you o.k.?"
"What an **** awful morning."
They chatted a short while.
They went their separate ways.
One to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The other to a sea swim.
Team One Black Ear were to the north just within foggy distance.
Too far for a distant wave.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones early on.
Sand was building up near to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-09.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a fog-dampened driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog.
Ruby sat nearby.
They sat in the fresh breeze watching Gulls work their way north.
Some seemed to struggle.
Some seemed to glide effortlessly.
Moving with the tilt of a wing.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Mr Gunn/Lunn came along.
Excellent Dog Alfie seemed keen to see Beach Buoy?
He trotted over, staying longer than usual.
He doesn't always stop.
At times he is a dog on a mission.
"Hugo ( the dog with one black ear.) just covered him in sand."
After their chat, Mr. Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie continued their circular walk.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued their walk northwards.
The tide was well out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck has not long gone to sea.
The sea was choppy.
Even though it was a dull " ***" morning, the sea looked a lovely colour.
Beach Buoy would describe it as Slate Green.
If that's not the name of a colour then it is now.
They headed back to the van.
The lady who loves the sea walked the dune heights with her German Shepherd.
Two men walked to the southern end of The Esplanade.
They turned at the wall as many do.
They headed back north.
BEACH BUOY.
