Saturday Morning.
Beach Buoy didn't rush to the beach.
He has forever now.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-55 a.m.
Team One Black Ear had finished their walk.
They had just come up the beach access ramp.
They chatted before going their separate ways.
There was a mild breeze from the west.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed towards the sea then south.
Team Muzzled Dog came along.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy made a fuss of Dasher.
Team Muzzled Dog went on at a quicker pace.
The Young Lady with the Yorkshire Terrier stopped to chat.
They went their separate ways.
Five Geese flew from sea to land.
A beach fisherman tried his luck.
Just sitting there is a win situation.
Five other Geese travel the dune edge before going out into the bay.
For a time the two sets of five seemed to circle one another.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
Without going into too much detail, Beach Buoy stopped to chat to a gentleman from the dunes.
They had a lovely chat.
The man was O.K.
As they went their separate ways, they both held out a hand.
The man for a fist bump.
Beach Buoy for a handshake.
It was like rock, paper, scissors.
Paper covers rock so a handshake ended the friendly and interesting encounter.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the remainder of the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-48.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched and filmed Gannets diving into the sea.
He made the "Gudunge." sounds in his mind as each of the beautiful birds hit the water.
Gannets.
Gannets.
Gannets.
Beach Buoy gave out the biggest of sighs.
He was O.K.
It doesn't matter how people try to label you.
Only you know the truth.
If people kick sand in your face.
Just say you love the beach, collect it and make them a Sand Castle to hide in.
The Sand Martins came yesterday.
The Gannets came today.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy stood to go.
To his left a Rabbit scampered from the dune edge, into the dunes and away.
With a smile on his face, he and Another Dog headed back to the beach below.
Geese flew by.
A bigger smile.
Back along the low level route.
Following tracks that followed an earlier conversation.
A Paddle boarder went south to north.
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Back along the water's edge.
Back to Seaton Carew, crossing shingle patches along the way.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie came from the north.
"Morning."
"Morning, had a good one."
"Yes!"
Beach Buoy basically gave a talking book version of the day's blog.
They went their separate ways.
BEACH BUOY.
