A morning visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Sandy Car Park at 6-52.
They headed down the southernmost access ramp.
A lady was leaning on the Esplanade wall partway down the length of the ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Lovely isn't it?"
"Yes, glad l got up early now." said the lady.
She was dressed in a Dry robe, the type favoured by sea swimmers.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued down to the beach.
Two sunrise seekers stood near the water's edge.
The 7 a.m. club headed back to the village.
Two sea swimmers headed to the sea.
Sunshine Shadows before 7 a.m.
A couple sat by an early morning beach fire.
Others walked the beach.
A dogless lady headed north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy took a photograph of the sunrise.
The lady took a photograph of Beach Buoy taking a photograph of the sunrise.
That old trick...
A couple headed north.
Hand in hand.
They almost seemed to march a robotic march.
The light was gorgeous, almost unbelievable.
Waves were breaking early, on a long narrow sandbanks before washing onto the beach.
Another lady headed north.
"Morning."
"Morning, lovely isn't it."
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-23.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Team One Black Ear were to the north on the beach below.
Hugo, the dog with one black ear was digging a dog dug hole.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
It was a lovely view towards the cliffs of Saltburn, Skinningrove and Staithes.
The clouds over the wind turbines resembled the under belly of a giant reptile.
Beach Buoy drank hot coffee.
Oyster Catchers flew south to north.
Four.
Then another five.
Then one playing catch up.
"See you mate."
Back to the beach.
Back to the water's edge.
The beach fire had been extinguished.
The couple were heading back to the village.
A man stood up in the dunes.
He was whistling for his lost dog.
They were reunited shortly afterwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued their walk northwards.
The tide was going out.
Beach Buoy headed to the wreck.
The "wreck" took off!
The "wreck" was in fact a Murder of Crows.
The real wreck was still at sea.
They all landed near the strand-line.
A confused Beach Buoy went and sat in the van.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn popped over for a chat.
Not Not Beach Buoy and his dog headed north along the Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
