Saturday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-31a.m.
The lady who once fell off her bike was heading back north with her companion.
A man passed by with two grey dogs.
"Morning."
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog decended the beach access ramp.
The lady and dog with confident strides had not long headed down to the beach confidently.
The 7 a.m club were heading back to the north.
They shared distant waves.
Beach Buoy noted that it was a two dog day.
A lady with three dogs walked by and at times in the sea.
It was sunny and warm.
They walked to the water's edge.
They headed southwards.
A Ship left the river, out to sea.
A sea fret began to claim the Wind Turbines.
Hartlepool Headland had already gone.
Chats took place.
Team One Black Ear.
The lady with a black dog.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-17.
Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He topped up the wildlife water.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sit and think time.
"See you mate."
Back along the low level route back to the beach below.
The fret became thicker.
An amble back.
Beach Buoy sat in the van for a while with both front windows open.
The cooling breeze blew from one window to the other.
Wonderfully, a big deep old fashioned fog horn blew, possibly from a Ship?
It was comforting, like rainfall on a tin roof.
BEACH BUOY.
