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| The weather was unusually mild. It was 4-15pm. The tide had not long turned and was on the way back out. |
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| Beach Buoy looked North towards the Village of Seaton Carew and Hartlepool beyond as he headed South. A Dog-less man was sat alone on the dune edge having a sit and think as he looked out to Sea. Out at that very same Sea, the waves broke onto the Beach like a Surfer's dream shaped wave. Sadly these waves were too close to the Beach, too small but otherwise, perfect in design. As the walk progressed then the sky darkened as did it's Mirror; The Sea. Out on the Slate Grey background of a Sea, Small White Seabirds skimmed the surface, their whiteness standing out so clearly as they travelled South. As Beach Buoy reached the Grey Rocks a Jogger appeared high up on the Dune. He looked down on Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog from his vantage point as if he was king of the Castle albeit a Sand Castle. BEACH BUOY. |
