Sunday Morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-40.
A council worker was emptying the Esplanade bins.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They headed to the beach.
There was a cooling breeze from the west.
The tide was well out.
Down at the water's edge, the 7 a.m. club chatted to others.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back to the north.
They stopped to chat as their paths crossed.
They went their own way.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Team One Black were up on the dune edge.
They were doing a litter pick.
Beach Buoy went over to chat.
Team Muzzled Dog came by.
They chatted too.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple scanned the beach.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Skylarks sang.
7-21.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
On the beach below, the man who once had four dogs passed by with two.
Beach Buoy sat watching one of the dogs, a black one full of character, trot along the beach.
The breeze that blew across the dunes onto his back was welcome.
Out in the Bay, Gannets fell like stones.
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The view back to Seaton Carew.
He checked the level of the wildlife water.
All was good.
"See you mate."
They continued south along the dune edge.
Sand Martins twisted and turned above them as they approached Sand Martin Corner.
They dropped down, back onto the beach.
Resting Gulls took flight.
They head given them the widest of possible berths.
Dark clouds to the west could mean more rain?
Two Joggers jogged.
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Not Not Beach Buoy ran from the water's edge to the Esplanade as he always does once he and his little dog reach the start of the dunes.
Colourful sea swimmers headed for the sea.
BEACH BUOY.
