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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. BEACH BUOY. |
