Beach Buoy had been up since early o'clock.
He decided not to rush now that he has forever.
He had a coffee.
He wrote down some lyrics for a new song that will never be sung.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-12.
Rain and and a rainbow must have been writing song lyrics too.
They arrived the same time.
Beach Buoy stepped out of the van.
The man from the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple left the beach with his dog.
He could see that heavier rain was most probably heading their way.
The lady who once fell off her bike, walked to the southern end of The Esplanade with her companion.
The 7 a.m. club had walked southwards along the water's edge.
Back to the van for a while.
6-22.
The rain stopped.
They set off.
A Ship entered the River Tees.
The tide was well in.
There was a chilly wind from the north.
Beach Buoy could smell the freshness of more rain on the way.
It rained.
Beach Buoy collected five stones, judged suitable for Stubborn Dog Stack.
A Gull tried to fly north.
It wasn't getting anywhere fast.
Beach Buoy changed from pen to pencil as he made beach notes on the damp pages of his beach book.
Up ahead, the 7 a.m. club were heading back.
They stopped to chat.
Beach Buoy was informed that three dolphins had turned up yesterday. They were sighted near to the Brass Monkey Swimmers.
Their appearance had brought screams of joy.
They went their separate ways.
The rain eased.
Skylarks sang.
The beach seemed to be a corridor of dry, with rain at either side.
Sunshine shadows even turned up as a Silver Sun shone.
The blades of the wind turbines caught the sun as the spun.
Flashes of light out in the bay.
Flashing Blades.
It always reminds Beach Buoy of a childhood T.V. show
The Flashing Blade.
The theme tune always plays in his head when this happens.
Beach Buoy headed to the low level route.
A Gull crossed from dune to sea.
As he walked the actual route, two Gulls flew just overhead.
He didn't reach for his phone camera, choosing to enjoy the moment fully.
It'll stay in the album.in his head.
Filed under...
Remember This.
The low level route.
Black and white is a filter too.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-56 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Stand and think.
Looking south with rain on back and two hoods on head.
"See you mate."
Head back.
The Elephant and Castle.
Balloon.
Burst.
Bagged.
Binned.
Bucket.
It and the other toys will be be saved for the litter pick lady.
She will wash and distribute.
The rain stopped when they were around five minutes from the van.
Driftwood.
Team Muzzled Dog came by.
They chatted.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy band Another Dog returned to the van.
A lady parked up alongside.
She began to head for the parking meter.
It was only 7-30.
The charges go from 9 am to 6.
Sea tax.
"Excuse me! It's free until 9 a.m."
"Oh thank you. Just going for a quick beach walk."
Beach Buoy closed the van door.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog sat.
He put the radio on.
Tiffany.
"I think we're alone now."
They were.
BEACH BUOY.
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