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| It was 7-40 am. Beach Buoy had parked in an empty Car Park, a Council truck did lead the way in, on its way to visit to the Bins of Seaton Carew. It trundled along the Promenade; lights flashing. Beach Buoy had sat in the Van a while. There was just enough light to make out the horizon. Moonlight still shone down on Car Park's dark, wet and uneven surface. The truck flashed its way Northwards. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge. |
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| The sea was a silvery blue. The scene was lit by both the moon and the sun. Brushstrokes of cloud faded as they reached out towards the horizon. Brushstrokes of Grey , Blue and a Pale, very pale Orange. Four pencil drawn Seagulls left the sea and headed East, towards the village. The tide had not long turned and was heading out. It was mild, the waves were only breaking as a last resort when they reached land. A long narrow sand bank had been created by the sea, looking like a newly formed Island. |
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| The sea was more active, the further South they travelled. It was a clear beach, both clear of footprints and of rubbish. This tide had washed the beach clean. It would all be out there, just biding its time. The right conditions and it will return. A half moon still hung pale, over the dunes. A Crow that looked like Seagull's shadow pecked at the nearby strand-line. A flock of around ten Oyster Catchers headed North, rising and falling as one. At the Grey Rocks the tide was still high. Beach Buoy stood, as he often does and surveyed the scene. To the North the beach was empty. As he scanned Southwards, the dock lights twinkled, Hartlepool Headland was surrounded by a low mist , giving it the appearance of an Island. The bottom of the Wind Turbines out in the Bay were missing in the low mist. This gave them an eerie look; state of the art but still ghostly. Various walkers and their dogs, arrived from the North. 1. Lady and a Brown and White Spaniel. "Morning." she said as they passed. "Morning." 2. A couple with a crouching Border Collie, passed silently. 3. A friendly whippet came bounding up and said hello. Beach Buoy discussed the mild weather and hat issues with its grey-haired owner. |
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| As the walk was ending, Beach Buoy looked South to see the Industry on that side of the River illuminated by the Orange glow as the sun rose. |
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| They went up the ramp that led to the car park as a young waggly-tailed dog bounded nearby. It was more tail than Dog to honest |
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| Beach Buoy had breakfast at the South end of the Village over-looking the pale Bay. |
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| Within minutes of thinking the word "Breakfast." he had the company of a dozen then two dozen pigeons! |
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| He stopped on his way back South to photograph the curving Sea come into the curving Bay. BEACH BUOY. |
