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| It was 5-45 pm. Up on the promenade, a large Husky dragged a sled-less man along to the North. Beach Buoy and his two beach buddies landed on the sand. "One small step for man.......etc. It was a mild evening. The tide was around 50/50. The light was unusual but glorious; worth coming out for. |
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| They reached the water's edge. They looked North.. then went on to head South. |
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| The clouds guided the eyes to the distant horizon. |
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| A man went by with a young lad and two dogs. The lad looked a little like a young Harpo Marx. "If only the two dogs were called Chico and Groucho." thought Beach Buoy. It was lovely evening. |
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| There was a fair amount of shingle around this evening, but alas no finds of any note. |
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| Out over the Bay, Hartlepool's Headland had a lovely glow. The pier looked like a giant's arm stretching towards the south; the giant in question was wearing a post box red jumper. |
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| A crack appeared in the cloud over up above the dunes. It reminded Beach Buoy of car headlights on full beam as it travelled down a dark and narrow country lane. The beam spread across the bay. It gave an awesome glow to the large white wind turbines that turned out at sea. |
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| They headed up into the dunes to see just how light the light was. A tumble of March Midges danced in the air as if orchestrated by a child with a bonfire night sparkler. |
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| Dunes or photobombed by camel? BEACH BUOY. |
