Tuesday.
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Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off under a Rainbow.
They arrived at Sandy Car Park
at 5-57 a.m.
The sun had just rose.
As Beach Buoy faffed at the side off the van, it began to rain.
Another Dog won't even come to the van door to go for a walk.
Beach Buoy has to grapple like Jackie Pallo before being able to set off for the beach.
Seconds out... They set off to see The Seaton Carew Wreck.
It rained quite heavily for a few moments, then nothing.
A sunrise seeker and their dog were at the water's edge, heading south.
The Seaton Carew Wreck today.
They headed south.
The rain may have stopped but scattered showers fell from the clouds ahead.
Beach Buoy had no idea how long they would take to fall on land or sand.
The Sea Serpent.
Skylarks sang as a Ship headed to The Gares.
Soon, into the River.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The Sun broke through, shining down onto the Village.
Moments later it shone on Beach Buoy and Another Dog too.
The walked the low level route.
The Skylark's song was becoming louder and louder.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-39.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
FHE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The walk had started with rain wearing bows.
Here they were, sat in warm sun with a pleasant breeze blowing.
"See you mate."
They continued south along the dune edge.
They cut across the grey rocks earlier than normal.
Down onto the flat sands of the beach.
A blank canvas to write their story with foot and paw.
Two of the wonderful Tank Traps.
Beach Buoy heard two Geese.
They flew out to sea.
It felt like the Two Tank Traps had finally been given freedom.
After around eighty years of looking out to sea.
They got to go.
More importantly, they got to go together.
Sand Martin Corner waits...
Usually mid-April when they arrive.
Beach Buoy will do a happy dance when they do.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
Their sunshine shadows were more sharply dressed than they were.
The Bright Sun took the credit.
They made their way around groups of rock pools.
For just a moment Beach Buoy felt like a giant, stepping over tiny volcanic islands.
Team One Black were having a sit and think on their flavoured driftwood bench.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They all headed back together.
Beach friends who know all of the dog's names but not each others.
BEACH BUOY.
