Bank Holiday Monday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at 6-20 a.m,
Beach Buoy had been up since 1-30.
It already felt late.
He had managed to catch up with some of the missing blog words from early summer, a drawing too.
From The Esplanade, he could see Team One Black Ear making their way south by the water's edge.
To the north of the car park, a couple were looking puzzled as they studied the parking information board.
"Excuse me its free until nine!"
The lady gave a thumbs up.
Another Dog wouldn't budge.
The parking couple and their dogs headed down the access ramp.
"She's just very stubborn." Beach Buoy explained.
Still no movement.
Beach Buoy scooped her up and began, once more to carry her like a baby.
Off down the ramp they went.
The lady who once fell of her bike and her friend laughed from up on The Esplanade."
"I think they sold me a cat in a dog suit?"
said Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy let the parking couple gain some space.
He sat on the first available driftwood seat.
An early sit and think.
A lady walked, south to north.
Shoes in hand.
Feet in sea.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed to the sea.
A couple were sat on the sand watching the Sun climb.
The Parking Couple and their dogs walked in front of them.
It was a glorious morning.
You would have loved it had you been there.
Another pause.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were about to overtake.
A drop of rainbow paint smudged the sky.
Even sea pottery flowers fade and die.
The Beachcombing Border Collie couple walked in front of the sitting couple.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog went behind them so as not to spoil their peace and view.
Beach Buoy chatted to Team One Black Ear.
He donated another beach-found ball.
Yellow this time.
The lady who walks Rocko the Pug had two borrowed Doodle Dogs with her also.
They were heading south too.
Beach Buoy moved up to the low level route.
What with Team One Black Ear there too, the dogs could all get over excited?
6-58.
"Morning Mate."
A large piece of timber had turned up.
The wildlife water bowl had been made and was empty.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He replaced and topped up the wildlife water bowl.
He had the second sit and think of the day.
Its allowed on Bank Holiday Mondays they say,
In time...
"See you mate."
Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach below.
Hartlepool Headland, across the Bay.
Beach Buoy went into a type of auto-pilot as they headed back.
The tide had pulled back a little.
The beach was wider.
Team Muzzled Dog headed south.
"Morning."
The lady with a black dog headed south.
"Morning,"
The man with a black dog headed south.
"Morning."
Mr.Gunn/Lunn headed south with Excellent Dog Alfie.
They chatted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the Esplanade.
Team One Black Ear had paused there.
They chatted once more as Rita the Meter Maid went from parking meter to parking meter as she checked for returned coins.
Beach Buoy made a coffee back in the van,
The inevitable happened.
He nodded off.
He had been up since 1-30 and 3-30 on two other mornings this week.
He was running on empty.
The van is so relaxing.
Maybe he should give up going to bed and just sleep on the drive in the van?
He would sleep more deeply and for longer.
It was a lovely morning.
Too nice not to have breakfast in the garden.
Already the clock is ticking for summer and for Beach Buoy.
One summer will be the last.
If lucky you wont know that to be the case.
God Bless Geoff.
BEACH BUOY
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