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| Beach Buoy had been to work. It was an unusually mild day and the chance to head for the beach was taken willingly. He grabbed two dogs, his Beach Buoy Beach Book to scribble some wobbly notes in as he spotted things of note; to him at least. They pulled into the car park at 4-10 pm, according to the van clock. The Bus Station Clock still disagreed in Clock Tower Land it was 2-04 am or pm ? Who knows? Sea birds sat in the centre of the car park as they tend to do. All but one faced the slight breeze. The odd bod gull was sat with his back to the breeze while the others all stood facing it so as not to ruffle their feathers. Beach Buoy and the dogs got out of the van as an obvious non L plate learner driver had a practice drive in between the seabirds, potholes and puddles of the patchwork surface of the car park. A man sat at the bottom of the concrete beach access ramp as two children played. |
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| A Milky Sun rested on top of the dunes; day's work done. It reminded Beach Buoy of Egg on Cress. Beach Buoy wandered down to the water's edge. The tide was well out. The Seaton Carew Wreck was clear of the sea that claimed it many years ago. Some Seagulls stood nearby at the water's edge . They seemed a little lost? Like a group of bored teenagers gathering outside a shopping arcade, they stood. Were they waiting for the night to come? A leader to fly so that they could follow? Whilst they made their minds up a lone Cormorant flew North to South and landed in line with the Sea Serpent. |
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| It was an afternoon of pale colours, at sea and on land. The tide was out enough to give beach access to the North Gare Pier, but Beach Buoy turned at the Grey Rocks. Too much leg pain. "Keep Moving." He kept moving, but in a Northerly direction this time. An aeroplane came across the Bay and headed down River to the Tees Airport. Higher up a plane seemed to leave an endless vapour trail as it headed North, maybe heading for Newcastle Airport? He had been at Whitley Bay and watched the planes turn at Mary the Lighthouse. He wondered that even in these high tech days, did pilots sill use landmarks? River, lighthouses etc as a guide or at least a bit of a back-up? The sea was calm. Waves did break on a hidden sandbank a little offshore. The undecided group of seagulls had gone. Maybe they had gone to the promenade to mug an unsuspecting elderly couple of their fish and chips? Beach Buoy and the dogs drove off as the Clock Tower Clock suggested that they hadn't even arrived yet! TAKE TWO.... BEACH BUOY. |
