|Last of 3 Beaches of day.|
|Mcd Balloon so called.|
|The darkness soon came.|
|Beach clean for today's three Beaches.|
|I travelled the 4 miles South from Saltburn by the Sea to Skinningrove and nearby Cattersty Sands.|
By now the tide was well on it's way in.
|Plastic fighter at Cattersty Sands.|
|Steps up towards the Pier area.|
|The Storm Surge had taken lots of sand from the Beach.|
|The Beach was divided by a fast flowing stream leading from the Gardens / Forest area of Saltburn.|
I chickened out using it; a little too flexible for my liking.
|Was sad to see so many Nurdles all along the Beach.|
|One wonders how the little boats in the compound area coped during the Storm Surge.|
|Some sort of outlet or drain with a bolted cover plate.|
|More Nurdles; each rock pool was framed by these nasty little plastic pellets.|
|One of the tractors used to take the boats to and from the Sea.|
|I had been to Saltburn by the Sea quite a few times but this was the first time I headed South to the Cliffs and Nab.|
|As I passed back near the Drain cover, the colour of the trapped water looked fantastic.|
|A tidal surge had hit the East Coast of Britain today.|
As I drove home from work around 3 30 pm the Sun was shinning on the walls of waves rolling into Hartlepool Bay.
I had to go to Middlesbrough and went via the Transporter Bridge.
The River Tess was level with the Quayside and the Transporter seemed to be just above the water as it skimmed across to collect me.
It was another Moonlight walk tonight to give me my beach fix.
The wild sea had formed lakes on the beach, some capped with sand coloured foam like a spilt coffee.
The Beach opposite the Clock Tower had been ravaged by the sea.
A great deal of sand had gone and there was a large scattering of stones, so I was hopeful of finds.
Sadly the rocks and shingle turned to smooth flat sand for almost the remainder of the walk to the North Gare.
|It's odd to think the in such a Storm that this little turtle was left the right way up as if running to the dunes for cover,|
|This fellow never made it, he was up near the Dunes.|
|The water had gone right unto the Dune area and had left this massive tree trunk high and dry.|
|The rocks that act as a sea defence at the South end of the Beach had been scattered.|
|On the way back I found this.|
I was hoping it was a ship bell.
It is some sort of Bucket but judging by the concretion had been in the water a while.
I took it back to the car.
|Once back at the car I could see that there was a spout opposite the handle.|
|This piece of glass is trapped in the concretion.|
I will clean it tomorrow and try and figure out what the bucket could have been used for and maybe get an idea about the glass shard. It might help give an age to the bucket?
I did a #2minutebeachclean but it is still in the car.
After carrying the bucket back my fingers where almost numb; it was just, only just above freezing.
Whilst doing my blog I listened to this
Have a listen.
Sadly he was another victim of 2016.
I only got to hear about him after his passing.
FOOTNOTE: the following night I tried to break some of the concretion off. The bucket was too thin and was basically just the concretion holding the shape.
|I was walking, but for the second night running, the Moon was bright and it lit the Beach well enough to enjoy without the need for torchlight.|
I did use the torches when I hit the shingle areas.
Oddly every piece of pottery that I picked up tonight had no markings, no designs and no colour.
|I am so glad I started regular night walks on the Beach, it's doing me good both physically and mentally; the Beach is instant calm.|
The older I get the more and more I need to be out and about.
|It was a windy night but the moonlight was so bright!|
Once on the Beach you could see along into the distance.
The Sea looked a little wild but lovely, bathed as it was by the silvery glow of the Big Bright Moon.
|The wind had blown lots of sand from the nearby dunes and the dry soft sand adhered to the wet sand that was left by the receding tide, thus hiding any possible finds under a thin crust.|
|We headed South, with the icey wind on our backs,towards the River as a ship slipped out of the security of the River Tees and off to some unknown destination.|
|Not a find in sight.|
We headed back with the cobweb blowing wind blasting our faces.
In the distance; Amber flashing lights signalled that The Gritter was out, spreading salt on the roads.
|A mild night for January.|
It was 8 degrees.
The tide was way out and there was lots of shingle areas to scan by torchlight.
Found this fairly large piece of pottery. I decided to find out what the story on a willow patterned was all about...
see the link below
Willow Pattern Story.
|This odd rock caught my eye in the torch beam.|
I thought it could be paint but the red seems to be stone?
|Amber sea glass backlit by torch.|
TURNED UP IN THE POST.
I AM THE WORLD'S MOST RELUCTANT READER,
I ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE TO DO SOMETHING ELSE.
IT'S HARDER TO HIT A MOVING TARGET...
I WILL ADD IT TO THE PILE OF TO READ BOOKS.
|TONIGHT'S TORCHLIGHT FINDS.|
IT WAS COLDER TONIGHT AND THEY RECKON SNOW IS ON IT'S WAY LATER IN THE WEEK.
I PARKED THE CAR BETWEEN A BOY RACER, BLIPPING THE ENGINE OF HIS CAR AND A WHITE VW VAN / STEALTH CAMPER. THERE WAS A GAS HEATER ON AND I COULD SMELL THE VAPOURS AS I EXTRACTED THE DOG FROM THE CAR.
I WILL HAVE ONE, ONE DAY AND NIGHTS LIKE TONIGHT I WOULD HAVE GOT BACK IN FROM BEACH AND MADE A BREW; THEN SIT SNUGGLY AND SMUGGLY, SIPPING MY TEA, WARM IN THE REALISATION I HAD DONE IT AND WAS HAVE TEA BY THE SEA IN MY VEE.
|It was a work day again today.|
To fit in a beach walk it meant torch time.
The weather was ok; didn't need gloves or hat and the rain held off.
There was some patches of searchable shingle and the tide was quite a way out.
I had seen a lone fisherman heading for the Beach as I returned from work, along the sea front, and I presume it was his single light that I could see far off in the distance as I reached the strand line.
Even now I follow Dad's advice of taking more than one torch so that people think there is a couple of you at least, on the Beach as you walk alone.
I had clipped a light to my coat to use up what was left of it's batteries. I also had two torches on scanning the beach for finds as I walked.
The fisherman must have saw this and thought three people were walking towards him on the Beach.
He kept shinning his bright lamp in my direction as if trying to work out ... friend or foe?
When I was close enough I illuminated the dog with two torches, so that he could see that I was a harmless dog walker.
We gave the fisherman as wide a berth as we could .
Not long after passing the fisherman, we headed back.
A distant dog barked in the darkness but never appeared from the gloom.
I found a few pieces as you can see above.
|A starfish on the beach by torchlight.|
It was very mild for this time of year.
I had the beach to myself...
even the dog couldn't be bothered to come tonight!
I enjoyed much of the dark walk with the torches off.
The moon was bright and the sea was calming
I could stay there forever and when I pop my clogs my ashes are going to the beach.
|A bit of a boat? A grab rail.|
|Just a few finds in the darkness.|
They are nothing special.
Just showing them so it keeps a record.