Thursday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park.
It was 6-20.
The lady who once fell off her bike as walked the Esplanade with her companion.
An estate car was on the grass that runs alongside the Esplanade.
It was stuck.
Grounded on a grassy hump.
A tow rope was tied to the back.
A gentleman walked towards the van.
It was the Nightshift Little Tern Warden.
"Can you give me a tow ?
The car is stuck.
I'm supposed to finish at five.
I've rang some mates."
He must have parked up there to be able to sit and watch the nest site from the comfort of his car?
"No problem."
Beach Buoy reversed the van.
There was a problem.
It wasn't budging.
The car's under side was tight on the grassy mound.
The man had a spade.
"You'll have to dig it free.
Beach Buoy would have stayed to help but he had a lift to do at 8.
The van was booked into a garage for 8-30 drop off.
The 7 a.m. club were walking the Esplanade, not the beach.
Scruffy's Mam too.
They chatted about the man's predicament.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked to the sea.
It was bright enough with a breeze from the north.
The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew Wreck.
The wreck is within the dog ban area during the warmer months.
They headed South.
Team One Black Ear were going back to the north.
They paused to chat.
Really looks like Milo their Borrowed Dog is never going to go home.
It's been weeks.
They went their separate ways.
A man without a dog headed north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Metal Detectorist.
"Morning Mate"
It was 6-57.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
You can't beat a sit and think.
Beach Buoy used the camera's zoom see waves break over the Heugh Pier.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.a
They headed for the water's edge.
The sea was rough but sparkling.
A bit like Beach Buoy...
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They wandered northwards.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning. He's running today."
"He still has a limp."
They were discussing the black dog of the three."
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
Not so distant waves were shared.
Every now and again, driftwood washes up that may have been part of a boat.
They are usually colours that would go well in a seaside shack.
This piece was well-faded.
There is a hint of a lovely yellow on the underside of the edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the car park.
The Little Tern Warden was still digging out his car.
"Any better?"
"The rope snapped.
He's gone for a strap."
Beach Buoy dropped the van off at the garage.
He cycled back along the Esplanade.
There must few better rides back from a garage?
Tailwind too.
A doddle.
The bay.
BEACH BUOY.
