Wednesday morning.
It had been windy and rainy for much of the night.
Beach Buoy walked to the beach alone.
Scruffy's Mam beep beeped her van horn as she passed Beach Buoy along Tees Road.
He reached the beach at 9-30.
He had been up since 1-30.
The cold wind from the north blew shifting sands to the dunes.
Two ladies and their little dogs braved the shifting sands.
Another Dog was safe back at base camp.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Some had to be tempted free from the sand being slightly frozen into place.
It was a good call, coming to the beach alone.
He headed towards the sea.
The strong side wind almost mould his hoods to his face.
Imagine a more colourful version of the Phantom of the Opera Mask... and a fatter face.
A lone figure up ahead.
The wind speed picked up.
It became darker.
Rain and hail came like bullets.
He continued to the wreck.
The wreck today.
It was hard to tell if the tide was coming in or out?
The strong wind just seemed to blow breaking waves southwards to the river.
The Sun tried to show.
It sent out a beam of reflection across the wet sand.
The two ladies gathered up their windswept dogs, returning north.
A ship left the river for a stormy sea.
It was cold.
Snow began to travel horizontally across the beach.
A Professional Dog Walker emerged from the dunes.
He had six dogs.
They had chatted months before,
"Morning."
"Morning, You must be mad? I get paid to do this."
They all headed towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
The dog walker was cutting back through the dunes.
The dog walker and merry bunch headed back to their vehicle.
10-01.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and think.
Falling Snow swirled around.
Snow at Stubborn Dog Stack.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy returned to the beach.
The snow had begun to lay on the beach.
The wind was wild.
It was a case of zip up, hoods up and head down.
He couldn't look ahead.
He just kept his head down.
He paused to photograph the south.
It wasn't easy.
The snow was head on from the north.
He passed the clock tower.
Back to base camp.
BEACH BUOY.
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