Friday.
Beach Buoy had left his beach book behind.
He went hi tech, making voice notes in his phone.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
A lady led her two Labradors back towards the car park.
The lady who once fell off her bike and her companion walked The Esplanade.
Rain fell out at sea.
The tide was a good way out but the Seaton Carew Wreck was still submerged.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
To the north, the 7 a.m. club headed south too.
A splash of colour.
The 7 a.m. club caught up.
They chatted.
Topic; the importance of making a will.
The 7 a.m. club headed back to the village.
The birds followed.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they progressed southwards.
As it often does, the rain seemed to be heading down river?
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-56 a.m.
Beach Buoy added suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Sit and think on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
A familiar view but one never taken for granted.
The beach below.
A distant Team One Black Ear.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple search as they walk.
"See you mate."
They continued southwards on the undulating dunes.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Skylarks sang at the southern end of the dunes.
Ruby, so much more than just Another Dog.
Another Dog.
Hates preparing to go to the beach.
Loves it once she is out.
They crossed grey rocks, returning to the beach below.
No treasure in the shingle.
Just a colourful Scooby Doo ball.
It was placed in the beach bag.
Beach Buoy hoped "Those pesky kids." wouldn't stop them getting away with it!
That's if it was a ball at all?
Maybe it was just a hologram?
They headed back to the north, along the beach.
A man went north via the dunes.
Two ladies with Saggy Spaniels did the same.
A lady and another Waggy Spaniel headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The man in the dunes marched down the big slope.
Unknowingly, he led the way back.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were heading south.
Beach Buoy took an angled walk from sea to strand-line.
They stopped to chat.
The lady who loves the sea was walking wards with her German Shepherd.
They all shared distant waves.
They all went their own way.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three passed by
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Better than yesterday."
The wreck today.
BEACH BUOY.
