Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-02 a.m.
The same time as the
"Sunrise."
Only one of them wore orange this morning.
They headed to the south.
Gulls were dotted along the water's edge.
He didn't want to disturb them
They took flight anyway.
On The Esplanade a Cyclist headed south then north.
It was mild, almost muggy.
Rain was forecast but mist and fog were drifting in of the sea.
Ruby wasn't too keen with the crows following at distance.
Beach Buoy collected eight small stones of varying colours.
They were more than suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack.
The tide was a canny way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-34.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood plank with plenty of rust was soaked from overnight rain.
Beach Buoy stood at the dune edge.
Peace.
Quiet.
Down on the beach below, others headed back.
They had walked as far as the tide would allow.
"See you mate."
They returned to the north.
It had started to rain, just spots but rain nonetheless.
Team One Black Ear and the 7 a.m. club had been heading south together.
The 7 a.m. club had turned back.
Off for his sea swim.
Team One Black Ear walked as far as Beach Buoy.
"Morning."
"Morning. I'll just walk back with you. I can't be bothered this morning."
They put the world to rights as they headed back north.
Beach Buoy returned to the van.
It began to rain heavily.
BEACH BUOY.
