Boxing Day.
An elderly man with shorts and a determined walking stick, walked the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-52 a.m.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed south.
The tide was well in.
There was a strong breeze off the sea.
Beach Buoy walked and talked a while with Team Muzzled Dog.
They continued south along the dune edge.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to Stubborn Dog Stack.
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"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They had a sit and think.
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Gulls hung the updraught.
A Ship headed into the Tees.
Angel Wing Cloud.
A Gull cried as it flew sideways.
South to north.
The wind up on the dune edge was bracing but not cold.
It was most probably just what the Doctor Ordered .
On the beach below, yesterday's group of three headed back with their dogs.
Two wind-assisted Cormorants flew north like missiles.
A hint of sunlight began to show to the south.
"See you mate."
They returned to the low level route.
Beach Buoy paused to feed two Crows that were hoping and hopping on the grey rocks.
The waves rolled in as the tide went out.
The Sun cleared the hills.
A Parcel of six Oyster Catchers zoomed by in wind.
Air mail.
Sea foam ghosts ran ashore.
Other ghosts walked with him.
Daylight shone through the gaps between trees on the hills.
Up ahead small groups did their own Boxing Day dips before the main event at 11-30.
They made their way back to the Esplanade.
The only dips they will be doing will involve cheese.
BEACH BUOY
