Beach Buoy reached the beach alone at 5-55 a.m.
He chatted to the ex army man on the Esplanade.
A cyclist passed by
"Morning."
"Morning."
He headed down to the sea.
The beach was vast.
The low tide had exposed the Seaton Carew Wreck.
He headed southwards.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched and photographed the Sand Martins.
A Surprised Sand Martin.
"See you mate."
He continued south along the dune edge.
Sand Martins!
A check back to the north.
He had a wander in the Tank traps.
Two.
He headed back.
Curves of sea came in.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
