Wednesday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6-31 a.m.
It was still dark.
A band of light ran across the bay.
North to south.
South to north.
The tide was neither in nor out.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
Once on sand...
"Morning. Its been a lovely walk, so mild."
It was the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.
Jasper was sporting a brightly coloured illuminated collar.
Another lady walked with them this morning.
"Morning."
Their lovely walk was done.
They left the beach via the ramp.
They headed towards the water's edge in the not quite half-light.
He collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
At least he hoped that they were stones.
He could see that the 7 a.m. club were heading south.
One flashing collar meant a one dog day.
He waited.
Yesterday Beach Buoy had come clean with the 7 a.m. club.
He gave him the blog details.
He let him know just why he was called the 7 a.m. club.
"Morning Paul."
"Morning Geoff."
He liked the blog.
Excellent.
Beach Buoy explained some of the names of the other beach and blog characters.
All done with affection.
All good eggs.
Like minded people with like minded outlooks.
They went their different ways.
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Last night's rafting Gulls waited at the water's edge for air traffic control to give permission to take off.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the dune edge so as not to disturb them.
Light increased ever so slowly.
Rougher seas had scattered seaweed along the strandline.
To the north Beach Buoy had spotted that the 7 a.m. club were chatting to Team One Black Ear.
Team One Black Ear caught up.
Greetings were exchanged.
"Geoff said to ask about the blog.
Information sheared once more.
Explanation given as the Team One Black Ear name on blog.
They chatted.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.
She walked beyond the Sun this morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 7-31.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
He had a sit and think.
Another Dog did too.
Count your blessings.
Beach Buoy does.
Clocks tick.
Time slips away.
One day the tide with go out and you won't be there to see it return.
Down on the beach below, Milo the borrowed dog had been to sit in the sea once more.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.
Over at The Gares, a light searched for the lost.
So many lost...
The Sun shone on Seaton Carew.
The lady with a black dog called Dylan, hurried along the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
BEACH BUOY.
