Friday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-36 a.m.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper were just leaving the beach.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The air was damp and mild.
Beach Buoy and Another headed to the sea.
He collected five suitable stones as they did so.
The 7 a.m. club were coming from the north.
They walked and talked a while.
They agreed that there was just enough light.
They talked about tides.
Beach Buoy prefers a low tide.
The others preferred a higher tide, less distance to walk for a swim.
The 7 a.m. club turned back, the sea won't swim itself.
Before turning back, one walked more than the other.
She explained "You can't just turn back. You have to touch something like that big stone."
She touched the stone with her foot and turned 180 degrees.
Sea swimmers headed back north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.
Beach Buoy was pleased.
The tide was low.
So very mild.
A figure and dog stood to the north at the start or end of the grey rocks.
Flashing lights travelled the length of the Pier.
Work was still in progress.
They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 7-04 a.m.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The sea unravelled like a line of knitting with a drop stitch.
If they were ten times bigger, the waves would be perfect for surfing.
The figure from the grey rocks stood just below the stack.
He was filming and taking photographs.
He hadn't noticed Beach Buoy or Another Dog.
November flies hovered around.
Down on the beach below, the Beachcombing Collie Couple came and went.
Team One Black Ear had a grooming session.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route and the beach beyond.
The Grey Rock man and his dog sat on a driftwood bench.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple led the way.
Beach Buoy, Another Dog and Team One Black Ear headed back as one.
They chatted as they did so,
Back to Seaton Carew.
The Grey rock man and his dog headed south.
The man who once had four dogs gave a distant wave as he headed south with three.
So much space.
Once they reached The Esplanade, the Sun decided to show up.
Lucky.
Lucky.
Lucky.
November.
12 degrees
7-41 a.m.
18 foot above sea level.
BEACH BUOY
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