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| Beach Buoy and two dogs left the house at 8-05am. Only one house in the street was festive enough to still be showing flashing its lights. The street lights were all out apart from which stood alone illuminated, defiant and proud or maybe just a faulty switch? Beach Buoy pulled into the car park. Two Seagulls stood having a shouting competition. It was a draw. It wasn't as cold as it looked but was fresh all the same. The sea was grey, lumpy and roared. The sky was grey and full of swirls. Beach Buoy put two hoods up over his Hartlepool United Dut as he headed south. The hoods didn't last long all they succeed in doing was to push Beach Buoy's hat over his eyes. Two Oyster Catchers hugged the sea as they flew North just above the surface. |
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| There was hardly a breath of wind but the sea was wild. Beach Buoy counted seven steps of breaking waves going right out into the bay, even beyond the Sea Serpent. It was so rough out there that the horizon looked uneven with the sea's peaks and troughs. In complete contrast, mirror flat water laid on the beach. It reflected the greyness of the day. |
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| There was a vast expanse of wet sand to the north, reflecting the village onto the beach. |
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| At the Gares, the sea was a foaming mass. |
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| At the anti-tank blocks something made Beach Buoy look up; it was a Kestrel just hanging there directly above him. |
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| The Blue lagoon was sheltered from the increasingly colder and stronger wind. The dunes muffled the roar of the sea in the bay slightly. The force of the rough sea, sent barrels of waves rolling into the river mouth; the combination of an in-coming tide and rough to boot. When Beach Buoy reached the river, the rain started, it followed the strengthening wind and the drop in temperature.. |
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| Beach cleaned item. |
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| They returned to the bay and headed back following the route that a horse and rider had taken. |
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| They leant on the promenade wall. It was a chilly, quiet morning. BEACH BUOY. |
