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| It was around 7-00 a.m. Beach Buoy arrived on the Beach minus one Dog! The Dog had made no attempt to get out of bed. It was his mate, a companion too, but it was oh so stubborn and independent when it wanted to be. He was fairly sure that one day he would be giving the Dog a belly rub and he would come across a Zip. Pulling the Zip open would review a Cat inside a Dog Suit, it would, after all explain a lot of things. There was another Dog Walker on the Beach and a man singing at the Sea with what look like a Football Scarf held high above his head. Perhaps he was a fellow Hartlepool United Supporter? Was he still celebrating yesterday's win and the fact that we hadn't slipped down and out of another League ladder and followed shortly afterwards by a tin of paint labelled EMBARRASSING RED. |
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| Beach Buoy headed to North Gare feeling a bit out of sorts, what with no Dog for company. He kept glancing to keep tabs on The Singing Man with a feeling of inevitability that their paths would cross at sometime no matter how much anti beach contact zigzagging he did. He didn't have to wait long, The Singing man had quickly clambered across the dull grey rocks to join Beach Buoy at the WW2 anti tank traps. His "Scarf." turned out to be a Beach found Towel, which he explained he was going to take home and wash it .... as he hated waste. The Singing Man asked if he believed in God, asked advice about footwear for toughening the feet. After a polite chat they went their separate ways |
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| Beach Buoy headed back along the water's edge and later the Strand line, picking up finds and beach clean items as he went. |
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| Beach Buoy's Beach clean items. The HL 44 will be the fishing boat registration for HARTLEPOOL 44 . |
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| He had found some driftwood that reminded him of some the Mobile Phones he had owned in the past. |
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| He washed and photographed this morning's finds so he could do his Beach Blog later on in the day. |
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| Around 12 hours had passed and Beach Buoy was back on the Beach with his dog in tow this time. Tow is the correct terminology as that is sometimes how the walk can pan out if the cute but stubborn Little Dog decides to literarily dig it's heels in! They had walked to the Beach. They had gone past the Cricket Club on the way to the Beach and the Golf Club too. There was no flag on the Golf Club flagpole tonight. It seems to be constantly at half mast for another member gone? They rounded the corner of The Golf Club's building on the way to the Prom and were met by blast from a dog sized sand storm cloud. |
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| There wasn't many finds for Beach Buoy tonight, but this Glass Heart caught his eye. |
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| Beach Buoy was glad that he was out making the very most of the lighter nights. Tonight was fresh with more of a nibble than a bite to the breeze. The finds were few and far between and tonight it seemed as though much of the Sea Pottery was just blank on both sides with no hint of a story to try and guess. As he picked one more white piece of Sea Pottery up in the hope of a colourful pattern on the underside, he was left disappointed and as the failed reveal took place he found himself singing quietly, the tune of the TV shown Blankety Blank as much of the pottery was exactly that; blankly blank ! So there he was 12 hours or so later ... singing at the Sea. Beach Buoy was now The Singing Man! BEACH BUOY.......... I THINK. |
