Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp
It was BOB O'CLOCK
8-08 p.m.
It may not look it by the carefully taken photographs, but it was a typical busy summer scene.
One has to be careful just where the camera is pointing when families, teenagers and children are relaxing in the warmth of the evening.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked to the sea.
Beach Buoy looked out to where the sun had risen that morning.
This evening it was still there on show in the sky.
Beach Buoy estimated that it had done around a 255 degree arc through the sky with a little more still to give.
Teenagers lined the dune edge.
A football thudded down below.
A couple stood at the sea hugging
A family had set up camp on softer sand.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
Warm air.
Long Shadows.
Very little breeze.
Busy Little Terns had an almost constant flight path from sea to nest site with fish for supper.
Beach Buoy will miss their company so much.
Too much.
A low tide left shingle to search.
A fresh group of teenagers took up residence on the dune edge.
Another group left.
Abuse was shouted.
In complete and total contrast, a Seal popped up to say hello, then goodbye.
Two girls stood at the water's edge watching there loud boyfriends mess about in the sea.
A strange man, dressed just in red shorts stood in a dip in the dunes watching.
A fire burnt beyond the pier.
Black smoke headed skywards.
Beach Buoy and the dogs went up to Stubborn Dog Stack.
A Dad and lad stood on the water's edge just below, beach fishing.
Beach Buoy added some stones to the stack.
"Evening Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 8-40 p.m.
He sat on a stack stone.
Both dogs laid at his feet.
A Bright Red Ship sailed into the river.
To the north the beach had an end of day look about it.
"See you mate."
The three returned to the beach.
It was still warm.
It was a pleasant warm.
9 p.m.
They headed back to the van.
Their sunshine shadows behind them, becoming taller and thinner minute by minute.
The dad and land fishermen weren't too far behind.
A camper up on the dune edge had removed a large back pack and set up a tent for the night.
A Tired Sun rested in the rooftops of Seaton Carew Village.
Colourful teenagers packed up at the base of the access ramp.
A lone teenager in a black hoodie, hood raised laid nearby, but in a world of their own.
Two children headed down the ramp with late buckets and spades.
It was 9-07 p.m.
Grandad watched them, leaning on the sloping wall just above them.
Beach Buoy and the dogs returned to the van.
Beach Buoy watered the dogs, then himself.
He sat watching a seaside scene go by
Big bore drivers with big bore exhausts drove around the car park.
Beach Buoy drank more fizzy water.
Grandad and the late buckets and spades arrived back at their green camper van.
"What's the crack with putting sand in your hat?"
There was no answer.
"That's just stupid that."
Older teenagers arrived in a couple of cars.
They headed off for a beach party.
"Anyone have petrol?"
Beach Buoy presumed the young man was anxious to be able to drive home...
"So we can light the fire."
he added after a pause.
😱
An older couple arrived.
They were heading for a late swim.
They didn't have any petrol.
BEACH BUOY.
