Monday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed for the beach.
They arrived at around 8-20.
They had parked in Seaton Park Car Park.
They headed down the access ramp near to the beach huts.
It was eight degrees warmer than it had been yesterday.
To the south, a Large Ship was heading downriver to the open sea.
He collected five suitable stones at the Village Church Bells rang for 8-30.
Beach Buoy fed some Determined Crows.
The Large Ship set off into the bay.
They all headed south.
The lady with a dog called Dylan headed back north.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The Sunderland Supporter and his black dog were up near the dunes.
He won't have recognised Beach Buoy walking with two dogs?
A Dead Oyster Catcher lay near the sea.
Breeze-fluttered feathers looked like one last distant wave.
Although the five stones that Beach Buoy had gathered were suitable, they were quite heavy too.
It all reminded Beach Buoy of a Bob Hope cowboy film.
"He leans to the left, so shoot to the right.
The sun rises in the east ...."
They walked the low level route.
THE ROAD TO STUBBORN STACK.
"Morning Mate."
They had reached Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was around 9-05.
He added five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stones.
No Crows at the stack.
Beach Buoy sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He had a sit and a think.
He heard fluttering.
He put his phone camera on to Selfie mode.
It is something he usually avoids at all costs.
The Crows had arrived.
The sit and think view.
"See you mate."
They headed back to the south.
Two ladies with Spaniels took selfies near to a large drift wood tree stump.
Nearby a Seal Pup lay dead.
A breath would have made it perfect.
As it was it was sleeping th soundest of all sleeps.
They headed back.
One Crow to feed and they were gone.
BEACH BUOY.
PAUL.
