Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy had been up since 1-30.
Doing blog, drawings and drinking coffee.
He and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-50.
The 7 a.m. club were already heading back to the north for their sea swimming.
They shared distant waves.
Once again it was very mild.
There wasn't a breath of wind.
The Bay's Turbines stood idle.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed south along the water's edge.
The clouds resembled lava.
A Crow came to keep them company on their walk.
They made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 7-20.
He had a stand and think.
Five Cormorants flew south to the river.
They were flying at quite a height for Cormorants.
They aren't the most convincing of flyers.
They can often be seen flying close to sea as if they may need to ditch at any moment.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
Just beyond the low level route was a busy scene.
Inbound:-
The man who once had four dogs with his three.
Team One Black Ear.
Outbound:-
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper and her friend plus dog.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple.
The Sunrises take place over land now.
It was 7-27.
Beach Buoy discussed the mild weather with the man who once had four dogs.
"Long may it continue." said the man.
Beach Buoy waited for Team One Black Ear to brush clumps of Hugo.
They headed back together.
Back to Seaton Carew.
BEACH BUOY.
