Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.
It was 6-13 a.m.
One third of Team Mick Aston jumper was out early. She headed south with her two dogs Alfie and Archie.
Another one third of the team hasn't been seen for months.
In fact it was the missing third that gave the team it's name.
It was her dogs that wore knitted jumpers in the style of Time Team's Mick Aston.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple crossed the car park on foot, heading to the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
Down at the water's edge a couple played with three dogs.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The beach looked so odd now that the Little Tern fencing had been removed.
Afterall it had been there since early April.
They walked the water's edge heading south.
Up ahead the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple heading south too.
The 7 a.m. club were making the return journey.
They stopped to chat.
It was a bush hat one dog kind of day.
Team One Black Ear were to the north bringing up the rear.
Eventually Team One Black Ear caught up.
They chatted their chat.
Another ball lost.
Sadly Beach Buoy's stash has been depleted in recent days.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were off to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Off to the imagined sound of a Disney-style song.
All together now...
Oh oh we're off to the stack,
Sometime today we will be back,
6-49 a.m.
"Morning Mate.”
Beach Buoy added a stone from yesterday's trip to Seaham.
It had been deemed suitable.
He added another five more local but equally suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
A lady with two small dogs sat on the beach below for a while.
She stood up continuing southwards.
One of the dogs stopped to look up at the stack.
The lady did too but pretended not to when Beach Buoy began to gives distant.
If only to say all is good.
Beach Buoy watched white waves break on a grey sea.
The tide was coming in.
He listened to the sea and silence of the Absent Skylarks.
The lady and her two dogs returned north.
The man who once had four dogs headed up the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
They chatted.
Back to three dogs today.
The black and white one was back from his holiday.
"He loves a Pub."
They three dog train headed south along the dune edge.
A couple came along the beach, beachcombing.
A tall man with a shorter lady.
They paused to show one another the finds.
Beach Buoy had a pen malfunction as he made notes in his beach book.
He swapped to black marker pen.
Four Cormorants flew across the Bay.
"See you mate.”
Back to the beach below.
They stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
It was a Boater and one dog day.
That dog being Excellent Alfie.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by.
They chatted too.
They all went their separate ways.
Two with three dogs.
Back to the van.
BEACH BUOY.
