Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park.
It was 6-30 a.m.
Beach Buoy walked to the Esplanade wall.
Someone had gone to the trouble of snapping the stuck in the sand stick beyond the redundant nest site.
To the south, a lady in pajamas stood at the Esplanade wall too, having just stepped out of her motorhome.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
The beach toy box that he had left previously, was thrown to one side.
It's contents scattered at a distance.
He replaced the box and fetched the toys.
Just as well that he did, so that it acted as a marker for someone to dump a large bag of dog poo right alongside it, later that morning.
Down on the beach below, the 7 a.m. club were heading south.
It was a one dog day today.
They had passed the point of chat.
They shared distant waves.
Despite the fact that the world is full of morons, the beach looked inviting.
They set off for the sea, then south.
A Yacht was anchored out in the Bay.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
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The tide was well in.
It was an overcast morning.
A light breeze blew from the south west.
A different filtered view.
They headed south along a seaweed scattered strand-line.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
They walked and chatted their way to the low level route.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog carried on to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-18 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Sand Martins swooped all around, as if dying farewell.
Beach Buoy noted that he hadn't heard the Skylarks for while.
Rubes.
A sit and think on a driftwood seat.
No haters.
Just calm thoughts.
Team Muzzled Dog came up the small slope that leads from the beach below.
They had nice chat.
Nice people.
Nice dogs.
As they chatted, a Kestrel hoovered overhead.
The Sand Martins swooped some more.
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Beach Buoy stood, checking the north.
A Small Ship left the Tees behind.
It's sides, too close to the water for Beach Buoy's liking.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
A Seal
watched Beach Buoy watched a Seal.
It traveled at walking pace.
A Guillemot bobbed about unusually close to shore.
Beach Buoy hoped it was o.k?
They continued north.
A lady searched for Seaglass.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog were heading south.
"Morning.”
”Morning.”
They chatted briefly before going their own way.
Beach Buoy.
Paul.
This Paul.
