Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-21 a.m.
On a scale up to ten, the Little Tern volume was a seven.
The lady who once fell off her bike was chatting to two others on The Esplanade.
Another little girl ghost.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.
Thankfully, the "Ghosts" didn't follow them.
Onto the beach.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
A walker / jogger.
It looked like he couldn't make up his mind ?
The tide had not long turned from high.
They walked the water's edge.
A glorious start to the day.
Team One Black Ear came from the north.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.
He added two more sturdy stones to the sea defence.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-54.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.
Towards the river mouth.
Over to Hartlepool Headland.
The sunlight was such that the windows of the sea view houses could be seen.
Often, from Stubborn Dog Stack is more of a silhouette.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds for the Crows.
They returned to the beach via the low level route.
Dylan the dog and owner were heading south.
"Morning.'
"Morning, lovely isn't it?"
"Lovely."
Team Muzzled Dog came along.
Beach Buoy told them the Brakesy story.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie were next on the beach conveyor belt.
That chatted for a short while too.
The tide was working it's way out.
Back to the Access Ramp.
Back to the "Ghosts."
BEACH BUOY.
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