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| Scatter-cash Beach Buoy paid for parking again! So it was 5-03 pm when Beach Buoy, Stubborn Dog and Other Dog hit the beach. As they had parked, White Seabirds stood facing the strong breeze from the West. The tide was well out as Other Dog shook himself from nose to tail in excitement. It was a blustery evening. One hood went up; the first for a while. The wind had dried the sand giving it a bit of a Crusty texture, you know like how you expect the Moon would be to walk on. ( After they dropped the bombshell that it isn't actually made of cheese!) |
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| A history of tracks and footprints were on show for all to see. The Sea was a lovely colour, ranging from a deep green at the water's edge, merging into lighter shades of blue and finally deep blue out on the horizon. It was overcast. Even over at Saltburn! Unless of course they had no change to put into the meter? |
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| Beach Buoy did a beach clean and collected this little chap. It had been tangled in green seaweed. |
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| Beach Buoy saw a Rock face that looked familiar. |
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| STUBBORN DOG! The Rock would be easier to walk! The tide was still well out, but coming in. Beach Buoy could get to North Gare via the Beach tonight. The three gave some Dark Grey Seabirds a wide berth as they rested on the water's edge so as not to disturb them. These birds too stood facing the strong breeze, their backs to the Sea Serpent. Beach Buoy paused and looked up to the Dunes, the first spots of rain hit him in the face. The greens and blues of the Sea were changing into 49 shades of grey. Up to the right, the grey rocks turned dapple grey , with the rain spots on them. Someone at work had asked Beach Buoy for some driftwood, driftwood of a particular design / type. More chance of driftwood over by the river at North Gare. So it was up the Vomit of Concrete, onto the Pier and down to the Gare. The two strong little dogs clambered up the concrete like a couple of mountain goats. |
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| A Ship came into Port. Two Tugs waited to guide it to it's berth. The rain increased , it was time for the flappy, raincoat in a bag dance. Once again Beach Buoy struggled in the strong breeze to put the coat on as before. He wondered if his exertions could be mistaken for someone in distress, trying to flag for help. He could almost hear it ...---... SEND HELP MAN STUCK ON ROCKS... No suitable driftwood tonight. There was one that would have made a lovely bench seat in a Cottage by the Sea Garden........... |
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| Beach Buoy crossed over the Pier back to the Bay. The incoming tide was creating a pinch point where the grey rock ended and morphed into dunes. Off in the distance horses and riders enjoyed the Sea water. The walk ended in heavy rain in the company of three crows that picked at carcass- like clumps of seaweed. The Black Birds seemed to match the change in the weather in contrast to the white and grey birds seen earlier on the walk. BEACH BUOY. |
