Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 7-52.
Beach Buoy chatted to the Litter Pick Lady before setting off for the beach.
There was a light mild breeze from the south west.
The tide was well out, the wreck was well ashore.
There was a hint of peach in a grey blue sky.
It was a milky coloured type of morning.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A figure was way to the south.
It could be Team One Black Ear?
Beach Buoy couldn't see Milo trotting around.
Back to the north a figure stood pondering the wreck.
A man and his black dog walked from the dunes to the beach.
They headed south.
The dog seemed friendly enough.
The man had a lot of time for his dog.
It was good to see.
A Ship headed for the river.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach had not long started the return journey.
In time, Beach Buoy reached the figure to the south.
It was Team One Black Ear.
Milo the Borrowed Dog had gone home.
The Ship passed the Wind Turbines as it reached the river mouth.
Rays of light spread out over Saltburn.
As Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear, a couple armed with marker flags headed for the low level route.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"Morning."
They continued chatting.
The very very wet retriever appeaered.
It dropped a yellow and Blue Scooby Doo Ball at Beach Buoy's feet.
It's owner gave a distant wave as he passed.
Beach Buoy threw the ball in his general direction.
Beach Buoy was honoured as the owner had told him the dog won't give the ball to anyone else.
The dog is as grand as it is wet... and that's a lot.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
The flag people were up near Stubborn Stack.
They reached the stack.
The flag people were wandering through the dunes, placing their markers.
8-24.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Two ladies headed north.
One wore a swirling coat.
A Man with a rucksack passed by just below Stubborn Dog Stack.
He didn't notice Beach Buoy or Another Dog.
"See you mate."
They had a malfunction.
Another Dog seemed to want her photograph taken before moving on./
"Ready for my close up..."
Some of the dune marker flags.
They walked the low level route.
An arrow marker pointed north.
They returned to the north.
Two horse riders headed north.
Two More came down the ramp.
Beach Buoy lifted Another Dog up on the sloping wall and signalled for them to pass by.
"Thank you."
They too headed north.
Up on The Esplanade, lots of horse boxes.
Three ladies sat at a table with a clipboard.
Beach Buoy went over to ask what the event was, just for the blog.
One of the ladies went on the defensive.
"The Council know that we are here."
He let them know that he was just curious not furious.
"Endurance Race."
"Thank you."
Beach Buoy did some research.
47 entries today.
BEACH BUOY.
