Tuesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-25 a.m.
It was overcast, mild with a light breeze from the West.
Another Dog went on strike.
Beach Buoy chatted to the lady who once fell off her bike, she was walking the esplanade.
He explained the dog's behaviour.
He baby-carried the dog down the beach access ramp.
The regular Esplanade-end cyclist was in his usual position.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The tide was well out,
beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach Buoy heard the sound of large flapping wings.
He turned just in time to see two Swans head from over the Esplanade to the dunes.
He collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
After a batch of high tides, it was good to have a wide beach and a low tide.
They walked a roure, midway between the sea and the shingle scattered strandline.
It was another day with a high chance of a good soaking.
It had been pouring down at 5 a.m.
A small ship headed for the river.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.
A single Sand Martin flew by.
"Morning Mate."
it was 7-01 a.m.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
A white van travelled along the North Gare Pier.
A Mobile Crane followed along.
Two Sand Martins flew north.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.
Distant waves were shared with the jogger and the walker.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Team One Black Ear joined them for the walk back to the village.
A beach regular and Betty the borrowed dog walked the water's edge.
Dennis the Dog came to say hello.
At the Access Ramp they greeted the lady with the black dog called Dylan,
BEACH BUOY.