It was bright and very windy evening
Beach Buoy arrived alone.
He came to take five suitable stones to Stubborn Dog Stack and hopefully catch some half decent photographs.
The light was wonderful and shifting sands should help.
It was 6-35.
The tide was out beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.
He went over to it.
Nearby parents watched as their children exercised.
Team training possibly?
It'll be good practice should ever have a match in a sand storm.
The wind blown sand hid the beach.
It looked like some form of dry ice effect at a stage show.
A man walked by, looking like a ghost walking on a beach of a different level.
Beach Buoy headed south.
He collected five suitable stones.
He walked the tractor tracks as if they were an Esplanade.
"Evening Mate."
It was 7-09.
Beach Buoy added the five suia stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think.
Beach Buoy stood a while too with his sunshine shadow for company.
"See you mate."
He headed back.
The clouds whizzed by up above.
Arrival.
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