Thursday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the beach
at 5-41 a.m.
Two joggers had ran from the north, along The Esplanade.
They touched the columns at the top of the southernmost access before walking back towards the Village.
As they stepped onto the beach the sun cleared low cloud that lay along the horizon.
Even in monochrome the brightness of the early morning sun was clear.
Sunrise seekers photographed a delayed arrival.
A Little Tern.
Honest.
We don't lie.
Their chattering filled the air.
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The air was almost still.
The tide was well out.
From a distance it looked like the sands had completely claimed the Seaton Carew Wreck, for a while at least.
They headed south.
The beach was theirs.
Beach Buoy paused to collect...
Can you guess?
Yes.
Five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
To the north, the sunrise seekers were leaving.
Today's flash in the pan was over.
A Crow landed nearby over and over again.
It was wanting a dog treat.
It's sunshine shadow, a complete copy of itself in shape and in colour.
The sculptured sands, looking back to the north.
A wind-blown balloon.
Burst, bagged and beachcleaned.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Another wind-blown balloon.
Burst, bagged and beachcleaned.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Again.
The repetition brings comfort.
A piece of metal.
Reliable.
A soulmate.
The truth.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.
The 7 a.m. club were to the north.
"Morning Mate."
Again.
The repetition brings comfort.
A Dog.
Reliable.
A soulmate.
The truth.
Beach Buoy added the five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 6-25 a.m.
Skylarks sang.
A lady and her water-loving dog walked by and in the sea.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust and trust.
Reliable, until some thicker plank decides to throw it out onto the beach below.
"See you mate."
They continued bto head southwards.
Skylark in flight and song.
It was singing sweetly.
Honestly.
The view to the west, across the dunes.
A Rig.
( With plenty of rust.)
Nearby, Wind Turbines Blades.
They approached Sand Martin Corner.
Up above; a Sand Martin.
The mooched around the Tank Traps.
They turned back to the north.
Team One Black Ear were to the north, heading south.
They met up.
They headed back together as they chatted.
A saf sight was the remains of a Harbour Porpoise.
The man who once had four dogs but now had three passed by.
Only two dogs today!
Beach Buoy decided to ask.
"Where's your mate?"
"Oh l left him at home, he is struggling arthritis at the moment. You have an extra one today."
Beach Buoy introduced Borrowed Dog
aka Walter.
They went their separate ways.
As they headed back towards the car park, Team Muzzled Dog passed with distant waves.
A doodle dog came to say hello.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of the delightful dog.
It galloped back to it's lady owner who was walking the water's edge.
BEACH BUOY.
