Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-15 a.m.
A lady played with her dog at the water's edge.
A Ship passed the Wind Turbines as it headed for River Tees.
Flocking Gulls to the north.
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Flocking Gulls to the south.
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They began to head south as sunrise approached.
The tide was a fair way in.
There was a band of mist on the horizon.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Sun up at 6-28.
Beach Buoy paused.
It was Headland windows that glowed this morning, not Seaton Seafront.
Up and away.
They walked the low level route.
A Crow kept guard.
6-50.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones
He patted
THE
stone.
The driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Beach Buoy sat on it, coffee in hand.
The first of the day.
A sit and think.
Geoff was with him today.
"Oh Geoff."... no retirement.
He says "Oh Geoff." most days.
Beach Crows tumbled in the sky.
The Skylarks were doing more aerial acrobatics than singing.
Beach Buoy stood.
Two hoods went up .
It was a chilly breeze and at times a one man tent is comforting.
Another Dog was restless.
Beach Buoy picked her up to show her the view.
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The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog did too.
A man jogged by with two Whippets for company.
If only he had worn a pair of comedy rabbit ears.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A lady in orange stood at the water's edge as she photographed the Bay.
Mr. Gunn/ Lunn came by, heading north.
They chatted.
He was having a good day.
They went their separate ways.
Mr. Gunn / Lunn set off in hot pursuit of Excellent Dog Alfie.
Beach Buoy reached The Esplanade.
"Morning." said Beach Buoy
A Gentleman in a Mobility Scooter was passing.
"Good Morning and what a beautiful morning it is."
He wasn't wrong...
BEACH BUOY.
