Saturday.
It was cold.
The windscreen wipers were frozen to the van.
Sunrise was 6-19.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-29.
A dismounted cyclist stood at The Esplanade Wall.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off.
Sunrise Seekers were stood by the sea.
The horizon's cloud had claimed it as it's own.
The 7 a.m. were to the north, heading south.
The sunrise-seeking family ran along the water's edge.
Still having fun.
An Airship Cloud, in an otherwise clear sky, dropped rain out sea.
Ghost of The Zeppelin that was shot down over Hartlepool during World War One.
The family paused.
The 7 a m. Club caught up.
"Morning."
"Morning."
and they were gone.
Heading south at a quick pace.
Beach Buoy does dawdle.
He has forever afterall.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south at their own pace.
They headed to the low level route.
Gulls cried to the left, Crows cried to the right.
It was like old style stereo on an early Beatles' album.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7 a.m.
He added suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Down on the beach below, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple turned back to the north upon reaching the grey rocks.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think on a driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The only dark clouds in the sky were heading Saltburn and beyond.
The Headland, Hart and Elwick were bathed in bright sunlight.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Back on the beach below.
The village was bathed in light too.
They and their sunshine shadows headed back, like mobile sundials.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn headed south.
They chatted.
Excellent Dog Alfie was on a mission.
No hello today.
Nose to sand, trotting along.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn set off in hot pursuit of Alfie.
Team One Black Ear came south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They chatted.
Football.
Hugo came over twice for neck scratches as they talked.
"See you later. Enjoy your day."
"You too."
They continued north, towards the wreck.
A Crow was hopping alongside them as though it were riding a tiny, invisible Space Hopper.
The wreck today.
Sunny Seaton Carew caught the Sun as clouds headed for the hills.
The Clock Tower.
7-34.
They had time to kill.
They walked to Station Road access ramp.
Goodbye to the beach for now.
They walked The Esplanade back to the van.
Rita the Meter Maid cut through the Splash Pad Playground to reach her next car park to check for returned coins.
The Coastal Cabin was just setting up for the day.
They reached the van.
The Village Church Bells rang
for 8 a.m.
BEACH BUOY.
