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| It has been a bit of an odd day. Beach Buoy left the house to be greeted with spits of rain on the windscreen, so he opted for an extra coat. He parked the van at The Rocket House Car Park as the Seaton Sands one was closed for the day for a Motor Sport Event. He headed onto the beach; it was around 8-30? Like I said it's been a bit of an odd day. A Gentleman approached with his friendly dog, "Is it you who does the blog?" he asked "Yes." Beach Buoy replied. "I recognised the van and the dog, not you." he answered. They chatted for ages, many interesting stories and ideas. The discussion made Beach Buoy realise it was maybe a good idea to go back to the Life's A beach set up for his blogging. He had stopped it with a heavy heart. The spits of rain had become shafts of sunlight which in turn became a rainbow. "There's a good one for your blog." said the Gentleman pointing to the rainbow over the headland. Beach Buoy took the picture. After swapping some contact details they went their separate ways. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed South as they do so often. Beach Buoy had a lot on his mind. Being recognised, the chat and the ideas were all good. He found it hard to concentrate, maybe that's not a bad idea? It's a beach walk after all. It was his last day off after a sixteen day break so that was on his mind too. |
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| The light drew him down to the wet sand; two skies for the price of one! |
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| A glance to the North showed the village illuminated by the bright morning Sun, with a sky coloured various shades of blue. |
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| They continued south as far as the North Gare Pier. On the way back he noticed a plastic bucket type container up on the grey rocks. He climbed up and collected it. "It will do to put the beach clean stuff in." he thought. The beach was fairly clean; not much to go in his newly-found beach aid. The breeze from the dunes carried the smell of smoke. It instantly took Beach Buoy back to his childhood. Walking to School on a winter morning, the smell of coal fires filled the air back then. He came back to the here and now. He noticed a trail of smoke coming from the dunes. He went to investigate. |
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| Some large timbers were smouldering on a beach-party type bonfire. Cans were scattered around as were, oddly enough, cookie wrappers. |
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| Beach Buoy collected the rubbish and put out the fire by kicking sand over the wood after turning them over. |
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| Job done; he headed down to the beach. A ship as big as a block of flats sailed into the River Tees slowly and silently. |
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| It was too nice a day ( A last day-off day.) to sit around the house. Beach Buoy arrived at Seaham Hall Beach at around noon. |
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| The Beach looking North. Stubborn Dog had to be carried to the beach. He was in extra stubborn mode! |
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| A Very short drag along the beach saw Beach Buoy marching back to the van and Stubborn dog being put in a newly designated "Naughty spot." |
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| Fish and Chips were bought and Stubborn Dog thought it was a perfect time to make up. Someone had tampered with the van a little whilst they had been away; no big deal... but so annoying. It was fixable. BEACH BUOY. |
