Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at around 6-28 a.m.
They exchanged "Morning."s with an Esplanade Cyclist as they headed for the southernmost access ramp.
A man with a dog called Dennis was just ahead of them.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed towards the sea.
Dennis chose to go south.
The 7 a.m. club gave a distant wave before continuing north.
It was a two dog day.
Wallace and Myrtle.
Beyond them, the wreck was on show.
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It was a Milky Sun morning.
There was a light breeze from the south east.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
At that moment he was making notes in his beach book.
He knew that there would be no time to waste.
He dropped the book and his pen to the sand.
He has been called an idiot in the past for missing a photograph opportunity.
He reached for his phone.
Camera on...
There they were.
Flying from the east, over the dunes.
They were almost directly overhead.
Whoosh!
Out to sea.
Over towards Hartlepool Headland.
North.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south wards, beach book in beach bag.
A man with a Doodle Poodle overtook them.
Team One Black Ear were returning from the south.
They chatted.
They put the world to rights once again.
It seems like a neverending job.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Sand Martins zipped along above them on the dune edge.
The army veteran was up at the stack.
Beach Buoy added his stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-05.
They walked back together.
BEACH BUOY.
