Tuesday morning.
Just Beach Buoy, no Dog.
The lady who once fell off her bike walked southwards along the Esplanade with a companion.
An Esplanade Cyclist headed north.
It was 6-23.
It was sunny with a light fresh breeze from the west.
The tide was out but not enough to expose the Seaton Carew Wreck.
He chatted briefly to Team One Black Ear.
He headed towards the sea, collecting five suitable stones as he walked.
He chatted to the 7 a.m. club.
It was a two dog day.
He headed south.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back home.
Beach Buoy paused and looked out to sea.
Don't rush when you don't have to.
He made his way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Only Rabbits had walked the low level route since last night's strong winds.
"Morning Mate.
It was 6-58.
The Driftwood Plank with Plenty of rust had been moved nearby to make a toilet seat.
The Scum who moved it, had left their **** and toilet paper on show!
Beach Buoy threw the seat onto the beach below.
He could never sit on that again.
It had been the best of seats.
SCUMBAGS!
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five more and left feeling disgusted.
He continued south along the dune edge.
The Sand Martins that joined him, lifted his spirits.
Driftwood looked like Serpents.
Through the dunes.
Linnet.
Linnet.
Beach Book and a giant pencil-like stake.
It was attached to wire.
Beach Buoy freed it.
It would look good at Stubborn Dog Stack.
An additional marker.
Mr. Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were heading to Sand Martin Corner.
Their paths crossed at the Tank Traps.
They chatted about Scumbags and Giant Pencils.
Sand Martin.
A Stonechat, possibly.
A Stonechat, possibly.
New seat for Stubborn Dog Stack.
A Giant Pencil fence post, to be hammered deep into the sand around Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy sat on the new seat close to the Tank Traps.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy sat a while longer watching other beach folk.
A man walked a dog on the longest lead ever.
A couple paddled in the sea.
The late for a meeting man, strode along the beach.
Beach Buoy picked up the giant pencil and the new stack seat.
He made his way back to the Stack.
He positioned the new driftwood seat.
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He used a large rock to hammer the giant pencil into the ground.
He would fetch a large hammer later.
He headed back.
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The Little Tern Fencing.
Same in colour.
BEACH BUOY.
