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| Beach Buoy and One Dog arrived at 18-35. Brightly coloured sporty types jogged by on the promenade on their way to touch the end of the wall and return to Newburn Bridge. Beach Buoy sat the little Dog on the Ramp wall to make way for two Brown Horses and their riders. Up at the start of the Dunes a one hoody man used the medium of pointing to let his Dog know that they were doing a Dune walk rather than a Beach walk. There was a nice Breeze. It had been warm. |
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| Down by the Water's Edge a Metal Detector Fan scanned the Wet Sand. |
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| Once again the strand line was scattered with Seaweed and the odd piece of driftwood. |
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| There wasn't much shingle but Bech Buoy spotted this Sea Alley glistening in between the dull coloured stones. |
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| They reached the North Gare Pier and clambered up the Vomit of Concrete, where the Pier meets the Dunes. There was a smell of smoke in the air that instantly took Beach Buoy back to walking to School Days, Winter days before Smokeless Zones where every house and flat would have a coal fire. |
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| The River Tees. It started to rain a little. Beach Buoy and his mate started to head back. |
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| The Sky looked dramatic . Beach Buoy noticed a fire way off in the distance; just left of centre. |
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| There was a narrow band of light where the Sky began. It highlighted Carne Booms,Church Towers a cluster of Wind Turbines and the Masts of the Trincomalee. HMS TRINCOMALEE |
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| Beach Buoy kept by the water's Edge on the way back. His Father sprang to mind. He half expected to see him as he turned to look behind. They were alone. One Day he will come and say "It's time son." and there will be a boat close by. |
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| Beach Buoy's dad on the left. A 15 year old Beach Buoy was at the tiller. BEACH BUOY....... |
