Just Beach Buoy again today.
Maybe Another Dog should have been born a cushion?
Beach Buoy had woke at 4-34.
He sat in the kitchen drinking coffee.
It was Sunny.
The sunrise would be nice out there.
He wasn't going to dash down to the water's edge.
It was around 6-20 when he arrived at the beach alone.
A man with a beard and a lumber jacket but no dog was just leaving the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
answered the man, chuckling slightly as he did so.
Beach Buoy reached the sand as the man reached concrete.
Stomp, stomp, stomp!
The man cleared loose sand from his shoes.
The tide was heading out.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The sky was full of Little Tern chatter
Beach Buoy was heading south.
The tide was more in than it was out.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
A Jogger jogged.
He was stopping every now and then, placing hands on hips.
Up ahead the 7 a.m. club.
To the right was Team One Black Ear.
They each chatted in turn to Beach Buoy as they headed back north.
Milo the borrowed dog had finally gone home
Back to street walks.
He will miss the beach so much.
He'll be back soon no doubt.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-04.
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He checked the water level in the wildlife bowl.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
Random. sand Martins sped by every once in a while.
Sit and think.
He sat and watched the tide edge out.
There was beach access now, to and from Sand Martin Corner.
After a while..
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy stood and began to continue southwards.
He went along the undulating dunes edge.
A Wall Brown Butterfly hovered around Beach Buoy before settling on the dune sand.
It had fluttered around Beach Buoy for a while.
Beach Buoy even stopped and held out his hand.
It chose to settle on the sand.
When he researched the species, the book stated that the Wall Brown had an unusual habit of following walkers.
Wabbits.
A pair of Wall Brown Butterflies flew by in a spiralling flight as though the were dancing together.
Skylarks and wind noise.
Beach Buoy's phone does seem to make the wind sound stronger than it is in reality.
The Skylark had rose from the dunes as he had approached.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
Walking the dune edge towards North Gare Pier.
The Turbines always a guide to wind speed and direction, except for the times there is little or no wind.
Then they can all looked confused facing different directions, arms thrown up in exasperation.
Beach fisherman.
Again.
Sand Martin.
Photograph ratio usually twenty of blank sky to one Sand Martin photograph.
Last one of the fisherman.
He is stood just about where the fisherman was many years ago.
That day a rabbit hopped ahead of Beach Buoy and his then dog, Bonnie.
It sat upright on the beach sand looking out to sea.
The fisherman looked at Rabbit then Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy looked at the Rabbit then the fisherman, then shrugged his shoulders.
The Rabbit then calmly hopped back into the dunes.
Pilot boat heads out to meet a Ship that is just a dot on the horizon.
Beach Buoy headed back to the Village.
Team Muzzled Dog and the man who once had four dogs had already left the beach in favour of the dunes.
Mr Gunn/Lunn was heading south with Excellent Dog Alfie.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy made extra fuss of Alfie.
The two men then showed each other butterfly photographs.
They went their separate ways.
Little Tern.
The busy little birds were constantly up and down the water's edge.
Oyster Catcher.
It trotted along as if it didn't have a care in the world.
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The dot of a ship and the Pilot boat approached one another.
Beach Buoy walked to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Another Dog would be sound asleep.
The Dog Ban Zone wouldn't be an issue.
The wreck today.
A bit later that day.
About twenty seconds later to be a little more accurate.
BEACH BUOY.
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