Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog went to the beach.
They had parked in Seaton Park.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn's car was there.
He and Excellent Dog Alfie were on their walk.
It was a Monday morning.
Sunrise was 8-17.
Sunset was 4-17.
High tide had been at 4-05.
Low tide was 10-08.
They went from the front to the Esplanade.
They reached the beach at 8-28.
It was very mild.
There wasn't a whisper of a wind or a breeze.
There was an unusual glow beyond the Turbines.
A strange sunrise was taking place.
Partially veiled by mist.
Beach Buoy faffed with filters to try and capture the scene accurately.
Maybe this one was the closest to reality?
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
He collected five suitable stones.
Out in the Bay, confused Wind Turbines stood idle.
A perfectly packed Parcel of Oyster Catchers discussed the days plans.
People and dogs were few and far between.
Th out going tide still had some way to go.
The wreck was already on show.
Lots of space for everyone.
They approached the wreck.
The wreck today.
Amy on the radio had said today was known as Blue Monday.
At Seaton Carew it was grey with a hint of peach.
A lady with a bright yellow coat and a green backpack led the way south.
As Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route a bird sang.
It was up on the dune edge singing a song about spring.
9-05.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
No Crows today.
They must have all they need?
That's OK
Beach Buoy understands.
He can still sit and think about them when they aren't there.
As long as they are happy.
Beach Buoy had a sit and a think about Crows.
The bird song played alongside.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach below.
They headed back to the north.
The lady who usually walks with two dogs, one white and one black walked the dune edge.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Her Black Labrador was one the beach waiting for her.
There paths crossed further north.
Still no white doog.
"Is your other dog ok?"The lady went on to explain that her dog was in season and was causing havoc with the male beach dogs.
"Thanks for asking."
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued north.
A mist was coming in.
The Headland was all but gone.
The Wind Turbines were just shadows of their former selves.
The man who once had four dogs passed by at distance with three.
Distant waves were shared.
As they left the beach, Beach Buoy noticed a man in a red coat with a small dog.
A cloud of Crows followed him as he scattered seed on to the beach.
The grass is always greener...
The Sand is always more yellow...
They had found another Beach Buoy.
They had the time of their lives.
Beach Buoy headed back to the Car Park with the dogs.
BEACH BUOY.
