Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed on the other side of the road, heading home.
Scruffy's Mam Beep Beeped as she passed by in her VW Caddy Camper.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave.
It was 7-45 when they crossed the grassed area that once was Wooden Chalets and a putting green.
The man on the tricycle pedalled to the south.
One thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper reversed into his usual parking bay.
Down on the beach, Dylan the Dog ran.
The wind had made drifts of sand along The Esplanade.
They headed to the sea.
Parts of the beach were more like cobbled streets than a beach.
So much sand had gone.
Suitable stone were easy pickings.
The tide was well out.
There was a light breeze off the sea.
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They headed south as they always seem to do.
The beach bore the marks of rougher weather.
Lovely patterns.
They headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Sea Swimmers traded places, north of the Wreck.
Not for the first time this morning, someone went on strike.
They stood and stood.
Sea Pottery.
Once Another Dog had put her head into gear, they made their way south once more.
Dennis the Dog came over for a sniff.
His owner passed.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked the water's edge.
Beach Buoy gave a distant wave as they headed to the low level route.
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"Morning Mate.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five suitable stone, collected from a wide array of choice.
It was 8-25.
He had a sit on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
It was dry for the first time in days.
A man, his thoughts and reflection headed south.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
Back to the North.
A Jogger and his two Doddle Dogs headed south.
Beach Buoy stopped to talk to Mr. Gunn/Lunn.
He and excellent dog Alfie hadn't been spotted on the beach recently.
Beach Buoy fussed over Alfie as the reason was shared.
Alfie had been suffering with a poorly paw.
All is well now.
To the north, a lady beach cleaned as her large and slightly confused dog looked on.
They headed back to the access ramp.
So much sand had shifted.
They headed down Elizabeth Way.
Beach Buoy heard Geese.
He always reaches for his phone.
They came from behind houses before flying along the pavement line.
They turned almost directly over Beach Buoy.
They flew north over the roof tops.
It felt like Geoff was there.
BEACH BUOY.
