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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 7-47 am. As they parked the Van in the Car Park, Sorrow the Magpie was perched on the Promenade Wall. It flew off. Either Sorrow returned shortly afterwards or maybe it was his wife Joy? The Beach was fresh with a Breeze from the North. Out at Sea there seemed to have been a Talcum Powder Explosion over near Skinningrove. A Dog-less Lady had stepped onto the Beach just before Beach Buoy, she headed to the Water's Edge whilst talking into her mobile phone. Beach Buoy wondered if it was her Magpie(s) that he had seen? |
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| After a chat with the Elderly Lady with a long haired version of Stubborn Dog; the two headed South. A Seagull flew along as if in slow motion into the Northerly Breeze. |
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| The Southerly trek was on-going, but Beach Buoy glanced back to see the Dog-less lady still at the water's edge in the distance, seemingly still talking on her phone. It was 8-07 am. |
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| The trek to the Sun continued it was now 8-15am ; another glance back. The Dog-less lady had vanished but far off in the distance there was, a later than normal 7 am club. It could have just been any group of people but Beach Buoy recognised the big friendly Poodle even at this distance, running ahead and around as it normally does. |
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| The Sun appeared above The North Gare Pier. The Sea was active more than it was rough, but fingertips of Sea grabbed at the Pier like a drowning Sailor grabbing for a lifeline. |
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| Beach Buoy placed his gloved hands behind his back as he walked along but it felt a little like he was doing an official Beach Inspection, so he quickly buried them deep (Deeper than Normal.) into his pockets. With a bit of shingle hopping, the tide was just out enough to leave Beach access to The Pier. The 7 (8) am club stopped at the Grey Rocks; no shingle hopping for them. They paused and headed back. No hello from Mari the Poodle today then. Beach Buoy felt a little deflated; just a little. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the Pier and paused too. The Low morning Sun was casting a long shadow of the pier Northwards across the sand. Beyond the shadow, Seaton Carew and Hartlepool Bay were bathed in glorious Golden Sunshine on a bright and crisp morning. |
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| They headed back... Rock pools drained back to the Sea. A Jogger approached as did two women with four dogs, one of which was very vociferous. |
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| They stuck to the water's edge on the way back and a glance behind showed that the only thing they were leaving were footprints. OK and maybe at times some, return-to-Sea Sea Pottery. A Grey horse thundered by heading South, leaving deeper footprints as it went, then it trotted back North. Further down the Beach the Grey Horse and Rider had seemed to come prepared with their own photographer, with tripod too. |
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| Beach Buoy looked at the Sea and Sun and told himself that he couldn't stay all day and headed back to the Van. |
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| The local Motor Sport Club had claimed much of the Car Park to do an Auto-test. "Boys and their toys" Beach Buoy thought as this Buoy (Boy.) got into his toy (The Van.). It's not a mid-life crisis thing he convinced himself... way too old for that! |
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| Beach Buoy changed from his Beach Boots into his non Beach Boots before getting into the Van, there was a button with a nautical theme... in a Non- Beach Boot's sole. |
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| Beach Buoy returned to the Beach later on the same day. It was a switch off Beach walk... just walk; two dogs this time. |
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| Beach Buoy put two hoods up to the world as the Sea came back in to reclaim the tidal parts of the Beach. |
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| He stopped just short of the Grey Rocks and headed back. The Sun was low again; setting this time around. It was so low that the Dunes were casting a long shadow, as if trying to touch the Sea for itself. As they left the Beach two horses arrived on the Beach. One Light Brown, the other Dark but no photographer along for the ride. BEACH BUOY. |
