Friday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They had parked in Seaton Park behind The Nine Anchors.
Low tide had been 7-07 a.m.
Sunrise at 7-57.
They reached the beach at 8-30.
They accessed the beach via the access ramp by the Beach Huts.
Wind peppered with rain blew from the Gares to the Clock Tower.
The only shifting sand was shifted by the two council tractors on the beach.
The beach had been well stripped of its loose dry sand by the recent stormy weather.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed towards the wreck.
Some people.
Some people let their two German Shepard Dogs chase the beach birds.
Some people.
The view north towards the Village Green.
The wreck.
An old friend.
A Ship headed out to sea.
The Sunderland Supporter was up ahead with his wonderful black rescue dog.
They chatted.
They exchanged gifts.
They wished each other well.
Tracks headed both south and north.
They walked the southern route.
A confused Beach Buoy approached both halves of the No.5 Buoy.
He couldn't understand why the top had been returned.
The base had been missing for a couple of days.
It must have just washed ashore once more?
The two halves weren't secured together.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.
9-10.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
No Crow today.
The situation on the beach below was perplexing him.
"See you mate."
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They headed south.
The large rope was still there from someone's failed attempt to secure the Buoy to the beach.
The hammered scaffolding Tube was too far away from the Buoy now to be of any use.
Beach Buoy grabbed the rope.
Like Beach Buoy, it was wet and heavy.
He dragged it about 500 metres to the north.
Being tied to two dogs wasn't helping.
With cold and wet hands he secured the two halves together with the rope.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They discussed the situation.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back north.
A Silver Sun tried to break through.
Beach Buoy stuffed his cold hands into pockets.
One had a puddle in the pocket.
It had rained more than he had realised in all of the excitement.
BEACH BUOY.
Footnote.
Beach Buoy was informed that rescue of the Buoy had taken place this evening in darkness.
