Sunday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-32 a.m.
From inside the van it looked more like November than May.
Wind whistled around the van.
A man walked The Esplanade, phone to ear.
Three Ladies, three bobble hats and two dogs headed north.
Three bird-watchers watched from The Esplanade Wall.
Looking North over the Little Tern Nest Site towards Seaton Carew.
Team One Black Ear were at the "Sand out of your shoes." bench.
It's located at the top of the southernmost access ramp.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed to the ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea, then south.
He collected five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club stopped on their way back to the north.
They chatted about the weather.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy pulled up two hoods.
He shoved his hands into his pockets.
Little Terns headed back to the nest site.
Sand eels in beaks.
Skylarks sang over the dunes.
The ex Army Gentleman was sat on a Driftwood Log.
His dog Skye was at his side.
They shared distant waves before chatting.
The Gentleman had made some additions to Stubborn Dog Stack .
They went their separate ways.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-33.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Another Dog looked on.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He sat watching a grey sea break onto darker grey rocks on the beach below.
"See you mate."
The returned nto a wider beach.
The tide was heading out.
Heading back into a headwind.
A Gull flew by.
It was slow going.
At the water's edge, the sea delivered a beach-found tennis ball.
He placed it into his beach bag.
He will donate it at a suitable time.
Some dogs have secret pockets to hide a ball in, but make out they've just found it.
They do.
BEACH BUOY.
