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| It was 8 a.m. The 7 a.m. club had just about left the beach. Low cloud to the South looked like a new headland reaching out to sea; a headland that no one will ever be able to visit. It was a mild breezy morning. Swirls of dry sand seemed to race to the sea like excited school children on a coach trip. |
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| A seal was watching from just offshore, but avoiding the camera. A badly drawn Cormorant flew north followed by a flock of Oyster Catchers. |
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| A couple with a Border Collie were just behind Beach Buoy as he travelled South at the water's edge. Beach Buoy headed up to the dunes to give them the water's edge. |
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| The Sun made it looked like the Steel Works across the River was in full flow and had the furnace doors wide open |
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| Scotland claimed the Bay as theirs. Let's make the River Tees the new Border. A noise spilt onto the beach. It was a man. He was dressed in sports attire, he was with three children of various sizes. He was either a Sports Coach or a very keen Dad. The Children ran up and down the Dunes. They disappeared back into the Dunes, appearing a little later stood on top of a large dune. The Adult was pointing. The Children stood with their hands on their hips. Beach Buoy returned to the car park. A learner driver was travelling around the almost empty car park learning how to manoeuvre around flocks of resting seabirds. Beach Buoy sat looking at the horizon. The toy solar powered plastic monkey on the dashboard rocked from side to side. The Van rocked too, due to the increasing strength of the wind. BEACH BUOY. |
