Friday morning.
Note as ALWAYS photographs on this blog are filtered.
Sometimes l may go over the top.
I don't care.
My call.
My blog.
My pictures.
Maybe they catch the mood that l am feeling?
Maybe it is how I see the world?
Maybe it is how I want the world to be.
It usually is the same scenes and the same people over and over.
There are worse places and much worse people.
A place where strangers and their dogs can just be themselves.
If it is not for you then perhaps it wasn't meant for you.
I hope you find what you are looking for and find contentment too, l really do.
Thank you for looking.
I'm just re-walking walks and re-talking talks.
Paul...
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seton Park.
The day had started with freezing fog.
Seaton Carew was all but clear now.
To the north, The Headland was fogbound.
They reached the beach at 8-30.
They had passed Not not Beach Buoy and his dog on the Esplanade.
"Morning."
"Alright? It's getting lighter." (On a morning.)
"Yes, it's great."
Down near the water's edge, a dog took a man for walk.
A lady stood by the sea in what sunlight there was.
According to Beach Buoy's fancy new tide table book, it was around twenty minutes after low tide.
A light breeze with a chill attached blew from the south west.
A single Crow watched as the walked a seacoal line.
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The bird followed them as they progressed towards the wreck.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The wreck today.
Beach Buoy spread some seed out onboard the wreck.
Crows came for breakfast with the Captain.
They continued south.
They stopped to chat to the Sunderland Supporter.
It was a good chat for a good ten minutes.
What Sun there was, climbed into the cloud.
Up in the dunes, an unseen voice shouted a wandering dog.
A lady walked the highs and lows of the dunes as her dog, a Spaniel ran up and down the sandy banks with it's tail set to full wag mode.
A Milky Sun returned as they walked the low level route.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn gave a distant wave from the beach as he headed south with Thursday Basil (On a Friday.) and Excellent Dog Alfie.
The distant wave was returned.
They headed up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-15.
He added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a stand and a think.
Team Gunn/Lunn continued their circular walk on the Beach Below.
Nice person.
Nice dogs.
A Crow landed on one of the giant pencils.
It stared, perhaps wondering if Beach Buoy had brought seed?
He had.
He left the Crow and seed behind.
Other Crows went to the stack as they returned along the low level route.
The Sea Serpent enjoyed the limited attention that an early morning appearance can bring.
Sea Pottery.
TRADITIONAL GINGER BEER?
He left it for others to find and ponder.
The Sun tried.
For a while their sunshine shadows led the way.
Later than usual, the man who once had four dogs went by with three.
"Morning."
"Morning Paul."
How did he know Beach Buoy's name?
He had never told him.
They chatted briefly.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued north.
He wondered...
What if the man who once had four dogs does a blog too?
Today's might read.
"The man who once had one dog went by with two. He never did ask me my name."
Two men in Orange overalls and fleece jackets walked to the water's edge then south.
This was Beach Buoy's uniform for many years.
Over near the access ramp a man scattered food for Crows and Gulls.
They headed to the access ramp close to the beach huts and Crazy Golf.
A man walked back from his sea swim.
A long walk with such a low tide.
He walks to the sea from his sea front house.
Air dried.
BEACH BUOY.
