Friday.
Beach Buoy had been up since 2-50.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach at 5-54 a.m.
A former workmate had given a flash of their headlights as they travelled to work.
A jogger jogged down the southernmost access ramp ahead of them.
The jogger headed south, they did too but at a slower pace
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The tide was out but not out as far as the wreck.
The Jogger headed back to the north.
He wore long black socks.
They made it look like he was making life difficult for himself, running in Wellingtons.
The sea was rippled by the breeze but otherwise calm.
Another Dog had been reading Stubborn Dog's book.
How To Be Stubborn In No Easy Steps.
The Sea Serpent frolicked.
Beach Buoy gathered some suitable stones.
He also collected a beach brick.
It looked like a block of cheese.
It weighed more than a similar sized piece of cheese.
He placed it into his beach bag.
It was all a bit Father Jack.
"I love my brick."
He paused to take a drink of hot coffee.
A man and his Labrador walked the water's edge, heading north.
The first Skylark of the morning burst into song.
A Pheasant Creaked like a rusty gate as they walked the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-26.
Brakesy had added a stone.
Thank you Breaksy
It was a painted stone.
Bright and beautiful stones had kindly been left in the past.
Beach Buoy knows who that kind person is.
None had been signed by Breaksy.
He didn't know Breaksy.
Beach Buoy added the suitable beach stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Beach Buoy wrote on the brick before sitting for a sit and think.
He listened to the sea and the Skylarks.
There were lots of small black flies 3rd, drifting in the air along the dune edge.
When they finally arrive, the Sand Martins will have a feast.
Two Ducks flew out from the dunes.
They flew the length of the grey rocks before returning to presumed safety of the dunes.
Beach Buoy stood to go.
"See you mate."
The Lemon Sun began to shine more brightly.
They worked their way to Sand Martin Corner.
There were no shingle finds.
They began to return the north.
Beach Buoy waved up at Stubborn Dog Stack as they passed on the beach below.
To the north the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were also heading north.
Chatting and stopping.
Stopping and chatting.
For the duration of the morning's beach walk, the tide had been edging out.
Tidal Sand Banks became small islands.
Seaton Carew Wreck was on show once more.
They headed towards it.
The wreck today.
A Crow Crew member had just jumped ship.
BEACH BUOY.
