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| It was after 6pm. The Sea and Sky were gorgeous. Beach Buoy and one Dog headed down the ramp from the Car Park. Two teenage girls sat on the Promenade Wall. One of them was extolling the virtues of Cucumber Water. The other girl asked and Beach Buoy thought "What's that?" The informed girl went onto explain that she puts Cucumber slices in water and puts it in the fridge to cool before drinking. "It tastes of Cucumber!" she added. As they reached the sand they passed a blonde woman and a bald man sat together on the sand; a combination often seen; minus the sand. They carried on walking to a defined Strand line of dry, light sand and darker, wetter sand. A woman in a top that matched the colour of her dog had beaten them to the strand line and she headed South. |
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| There was a slight fresh breeze off the Sea but to the West the Sun was still high up in the Sky. They passed a couple with an elderly black Dog that had decided to lay flat in a pool of water perhaps to cool or maybe just to make a mess in the Car on the way home? Beach Buoy wandered a little aimlessly along the Beach,where normally he would have set target points, he just ambled along with the little dog in tow. The evening was stunning. He went and stood at the water's edge, his feet slightly apart and arms folded, looking at the Sea. He looked like some olden day Shipyard Foreman stood, watching, waiting for a task to be completed that had already taken too long. He glanced over to Saltburn and admired the different shades of green in the fields that framed it in the bright sunlight. |
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| They sat for a while. The sand was damp. The dog rolled in the sand, dug a hole then looked at Beach Buoy, it's face full of sand. Eventually they decided to move on. Beach Buoy was getting on a fair bit but was glad he had hair, glad it was still mainly dark but he stood up gingerly. It was only when they started to walk did Beach Buoy realise just how damp the sand had been. A Ship slipped out of Port. The Ship had Red, White and Blue stripes. It looked like a large metal flag. The Ship swung out wide to avoid the Wind Turbines and showed it's aft as it headed South on it's journey down North-East cost. Suddenly two harmless Joggers in armless T shirts appeared from the Dunes, followed by a not so harmless looking Dog. The stocky Dog made a bee line for Beach Buoy and his short legged companion. As he always did on these occasions beach Buoy picked up his Dog. The two joggers grabbed the Stocky Dog as a third jogger appeared from the Dunes. He may have been last but he also had the lead; he put it on the Dog. |
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| The night was too nice to make North Gare corner their turning point. So.. it was up the Vomit of concrete that had been used to "Repair." the ageing Pier and onto The Blue Lagoon. |
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| Some Marram Grass had seeded and grown on the edge of the Pier over looking Hartlepool Bay. |
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| Down by the River there was lots of driftwood. More likely from up River, rather than have come in from the Sea. Dry twigs snapped underfoot. The River itself was a multitude of shades of blue possibly warm water meeting colder water or fresh water meeting Sea water any combination of them all. |
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| The light was stunning on the way back. |
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| The Draining Beach formed a curve as it found a way back to the Sea, whilst some stood; waiting its turn....... |
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| Beach Buoy's mate. Beach Buoy tries his best to make the dog's life an enjoyable one. |
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| Ripples in the sand. |
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| Orange Beach clean A life Jacket Two orange flavoured Drinks bottles. BEACH BUOY. |
