Friday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach car park at 6-26 a.m.
The lady who once fell her bike headed to the southern end of the Esplanade alone on foot.
Two ladies headed south too.
As the lady who once fell her bike headed back north, they paused to chat.
They went their separate ways.
The man who walks the car park perimeter with headphones on joined The Esplanade.
"He" chatted to the bicycle lady.
Turns out that Beach Buoy may have been mistaken and from now on it will be the PERSON who walks the car park perimeter with headphones.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
The air has an hint of the Isle of Man about it.
The Bay's Wind Turbines stood idle like confused shrugged shoulders.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south.
Back on the Esplanade, the lady who once fell off her bike headed to the southern end once more with her usual companion.
Beach regulars were to the south.
The 7 a.m. club were first to reach Beach Buoy.
They chatted.
As they did so, two sea swimmers headed to the sea.
They went their separate ways.
The Beachcombing Border Collie headed home.
Walking.
Talking.
Stooping.
Out in the bay, a yacht left Hartlepool behind.
It motored southwards on the calmest of days.
The sea wasn't blood but seemed to be thicker than water today.
Team One Black Ear stopped to chat.
Milo, their borrowed dog was still being borrowed.
The beach tractor trundled towards the grey rocks to the south.
Beach stones moved from north to south.
Once the tractor had passed, they continued chatting.
They discussed the weather.
"Even the wind turbines aren't spinning, it's so calm." said Beach Buoy.
He was unnecessarily pointing to them as he spoke.
With that, one of the turbines began to turn.
"Except that one."
Another began to turn as breeze reached some of turbines.
"And that one."
By the time that they went their own separate ways, fifteen of the twenty seven turbines were rotating.
Beach Buoy and his magic pointing finger headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-08.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He didn't dare point at it!
The wildlife water level was fine.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
By now all but two of the turbines were spinning.
Ruby.
aka Another Dog.
Finally looking a bit lively after hour after hour of sleep.
Sit and think.
Down on the beach below, a man and his two dogs walked as far south as the tide would allow.
They headed back north.
A lady jogger with a peaked cap did likewise.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy left the stack behind.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three was just heading up to the dunes
"Morning."
"Morning. Muggy isn't it?"
"Nice though."
" Better than winter."
"Definitely."
They walked the low level route.
They followed the tractor tracks.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog headed south with two for company.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Head back.
The lady with a black dog headed south.
"Morning."
"Morning."
As Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the beach access ramp, the litter pick lady waved from the Esplanade above.
BEACH BUOY
