Foggy arrival.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple head back.
A Blue Ball.
The man who once had four dogs...
Foggy fishermen.
Sand Martin Burrows.
Yellow.
The walk back.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-27 a.m.
It was foggy.
The lady who once fell off her bike came into view from the north.
She was walking along the Esplanade with her regular companion.
They go to the southernmost end of the Esplanade before returning North.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The faint silhouette of the 7 a.m. club passed by along the now redundant fencing of the Little Tern nest site.
Although it was foggy, it felt mild.
Beach Buoy could just about see the sea.
The tide was out as far as the Seaton Carew Wreck.
The Headland to the north and Wind Turbines to the south had been claimed by the fog.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed back northwards.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
A Blue Balloon, it's ribbon caught on a stone, rocked from side to side in the breeze.
Beach Buoy burst it, then placed it into his beach bag.
Beach Buoy could make out the silhouettes of Team One Black Ear.
They were heading north.
A blue ball lay on the strand-line, it too went into the beach bag.
Team One Black Ear approached.
Milo reached Beach Buoy first.
He dropped the ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
Beach Buoy obliged.
"Morning."
"Morning.”
They chatted.
The pros and cons of frozen vegetables.
The fog lifted ever so slightly as they talked.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
The man who once had four dogs but now has three walked the water's edge southwards.
Distant waves were shared.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
”Morning Mate."
It was 7-06 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The wildlife water bowl level was fine after all of last night's rain.
He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
No Skylark song today.
Just Invisible Gulls sounding like a rusty garden gate.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
They turned at the end of the Grey Rocks, continuing south.
Beach Buoy wanted to know if the Sand Martins were still in town?
He had a sit on a Tank Trap seat.
He watched a couple of Sand Martins swoop.
He headed north.
Something yellow caught his eye.
A Dodge ball!
It went in the beach bag.
He would leave it on the Esplanade for someone to play with.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
A beach mate joined them for the full return journey.
They walked and talked.
BEACH BUOY.
