Sunday morning.
For the second day in a row Beach Buoy had woke at 3-30.
Its not too bad in the summer.
The beach is light early on.
Autumn and winter means a wait.
The wind was still very strong.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
The shifting sands would be at Another Dog's eye level.
He arrived at 6-50.
He faffed at the side of the van, trying to put on his coat in a strong wind.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed down the beach access ramp just before him.
It was a cold wind form the west that blew.
The tide was washing around the Seaton Carew Wreck.
Beach Buoy hadn't checked the tide times.
He wasn't sure if the wreck was coming ashore or heading out to sea?
He collected five suitable stones.
He had brought back the most recent Brakesy painted stone.
He had second thoughts about taking it.
It was in the beach bag too
To the north a group of possible sunrise seekers headed to the water's edge with a large red light.
They all leaned into the strong wind.
Beach Buoy paused near to the water's edge, to make some beach notes.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already heading back to the north.
The shifting sands snaked in the direction of the Wind Turbines.
"Sunrise" came.
Clouds behind the Turbines claimed it for themselves.
7-23 a.m.
"Morning Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
He added five suitable stones.
He replaced the most recent Brakesy.
He checked the level of the wildlife water bowl.
All was well...
Beach Buoy had a sit and think on a driftwood seat with an elevated view.
The early morning Sun tried on a cloud belt for size.
It was a cloud hat that the Sun tried on next.
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy was drawn to the water's edge.
Team Muzzled Dog passed by near to the grey rocks.
The Sunlight stretched across the damp beach.
Beach Buoy stood watching the waves dance.
Spindrift.
Beach Buoy wandered to Sand Martin Corner.
He searched the shingle without success.
He headed back to the north.
A man dressed all in black headed south.
He looked like a sunshine shadow looking for somebody to share the beach with.
Corrugation.
Beach Buoy's sunshine shadow.
The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper was heading back to the north along the dune edge.
A lady walked southwards along the strandline.
Her green plastic bag was more kite than bag in the strong wind.
On the ware's edge Gulls raised their wings as a shallow sea came in around them.
They looked like Victorian Ladies trying to keep their long dresses dry.
Once clear of the protection that the dune height offered, the beach was like a wind tunnel.
The shifting sands.
No good for dogs with little legs.
Beach Buoy headed back to the van.
Rita the Meter Maid braved the strong winds to check for returned coins at the parking meters.
BEACH BUOY.