Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-22 a.m.
They headed to the beach access ramp.
The lady who once fell off her bike was heading back to the north on the Esplanade with her companion.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Once on the beach, Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
It was a mild,misty and muggy morning.
The tide was out beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach regulars were up ahead.
Beach Buoy and Another wandered to the water's edge.
They chatted to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a one dog day.
During their chat they agreed that Hartlepool was o.k.
Ruby.
Another Dog.
Up near the dune edge, a man dragged a large bag of beach cleaned items towards the car park.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back north along the strandline.
The Lady in a red coat with a brown dog walked the water's edge.
Team One Black Ear came along.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy donated another beach-found ball.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.
The lady in a red coat with a brown dog was heading back north.
Not too distant waves were shared.
"Morning."
"Morning."
7-16.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more that were suitable.
Beach Buoy had a sit and think.
It was a lovely scene.
"See you mate."
They dropped down onto the base of the dune edge.
They continued southwards.
No Skylark song today.
They passed a faded blue tent , that head been set up with a sea view.
Down to the Tank Traps.
They chatted to the man with a black dog.
The man unscrewed the lid of his flask of tea.
Beach Buoy let him have it in peace.
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Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head back.
A lone figure walked North Gare Pier.
The sun was beginning to burn off an early morning mist.
A Sand Martin.
Another.
They headed back.
The Sun shone like a spotlight along the sea front.
Hartlepool Headland still wore a overcoat of mist.
The occupant of the faded blue tent was sat outside having a warm drink with a splendid view of the bay.
The tide had not long turned from low.
Up ahead people walked half of the beach, before heading back north.
It was still mild but the temperature seemed to drop four or five degrees in as many steps?
The returning mist crept across the by likes a cat, about to pounce.
As they reached the Access Ramp, a tall man was about to start his beach jog.
He looked reluctant.
"Morning, enjoy your run."
"Morning. I'll try,
BEACH BUOY.
