Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
They set off at 5-24 a.m.
They reached the Esplanade at 5-38.
The air had a chill and was almost still.
The Little Terns were high in the sky.
They headed down the beach access ramp.
A man was on the Esplanade, leaning against the wall with a thermal flask nearby.
"Morning."
"Morning."
A metal detectorist walked towards the sea.
To the north, a sunrise seeker crouched down by the water's edge.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The Sun cleared the horizon.
They headed to the wreck.
Optimistic Sunglasses were lowered from forehead to eyes.
The wreck.
One of those things you just have to photograph when it's on show.
The sea claims it twice in twenty-four hours.
The Sand claims it at will.
But for now it's on show.
Let's make the most of it.
It'll still look like this when Beach Buoy is dust.
The Sun began to climb into cloud.
They headed south.
Beyond the random pipe.
The sea was by no means rough but it seemed to have a rumble about it.
Team One Black Ear were to the north.
A light breeze picked up from the south west.
They went to the low level route.
Beach Buoy added two Sturdy Stones at the sea defence.
They climbed up the small slope.
6-14.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THR
stone.
He scattered some seeds for the Crows to find.
He had a sit and a think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
"See you mate.
They continued south along the dune edge.
To the south, another driftwood seat had been rotated to face Hartlepool Headland.
Team One Black Ear were way to the north.
They continued south.
Sand Martin time.
A man with a bag headed north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog did too.
It looked like seafoam.or snowballs.
It was clumps of fur from Hugo , the Dog with One Black Ear.
He owner brushes him whist on the beach.
They passed the random tube.
A metal detectorist...
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to the wreck.
Lovely Little Terns with a heavy dose of filter.
BEACH BUOY.
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