An afternoon visit.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
There was no rush.
They left the house around 1-06 p.m.
arriving at the beach around twenty minutes later.
It was sunny.
There was a pleasant breeze from the west.
One of the many happy dogs on this afternoon's beach.
The Coastal Cabin was doing good business.
Family fun.
Beach Buoy gathered five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Pigeons landed nearby.
One was completely white.
Beach Buoy imagined the others had tricked him.
"We are all going to the seaside but you have to wear a Gull costume..."
Out in the bay, two Tees Tugs returned from Hartlepool to their riverside base.
A couple of horse riders trotted around.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Along the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
It was 2-06.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Another Dog was chilled. She just laid flat, looking out to sea.
Beach Buoy watched as a dogless couple to the north, traded places with a dogless couple from the south on the beach.
A group of seven people and a couple of dogs came through the dunes from the south.
Beach Buoy stood.
"Hello there."
"Hiya."
The group walked the "easy" route, down the big slope, back to the beach below.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog dropped down to the low level route.
They returned to the beach.
The large group were up ahead, leading the way.
On the walk back Beach Buoy was nearly hit by a launched ball.
Three times.
Three.
A couple behind were throwing it for their dog.
It was if they could only throw directly ahead.
Beach Buoy stopped dead in his tracks.
He let them pass.
Sometimes you just have to give up trying to push a pushchair on sand.
A breezy sit on The Esplanade Wall.
Beach Buoy watched a man fly a kite by the sea.
A lady passed by on the beach quietly singing,
"Let's go fly a kite."
BEACH BUOY.
