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| Beach Buoy and two dogs arrived at 6-45 pm. The Car Park had a flock of Seagulls stood in its centre; like a gang of hoodie wearing teenagers looking for trouble. The Beach looked empty at first glance. It was an overcast evening. No Twitchers around. Beach Buoy and his canine companions headed for the beach as someone threw unwanted chips from their car. The gang went in for the kill, even the fish got battered. |
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| As they walked down the access ramp, Beach Buoy noticed The Holy (Holey.) Bucket Tree had been uprooted. No longer special, it was just driftwood now.... it happens to us all in the end. |
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| They headed to the curves of the irregular water's edge. Beach Buoy reckoned the tide was about 50/50 in and out. "OK GOOGLE HIGH TIDE SEATON CAREW." His phone confirmed he wasn't a million miles off. It was now 7pm. High tide was just after 4. Low tide just after 10. So yep 50/50 ish..... The beach wasn't as empty as he had originally thought as a tall man with a short woman walked off the beach. Some thing red caught Beach Buoy's eye, so he headed for it. It turned out to be a flat Beach Ball; they were both more than a little deflated. It became the first of this evening's beach clean items. |
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| The two dogs had spent most of the walk so far, trying to Top each other in the Trump department when it came having a pee: each determined to have the last ...word. They also found time to practise their Maypole dance moves. Beach Buoy was the Maypole. |
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| On the whole this evening's bay was a one of Battleship Grey. The Greys did vary a little but not by many shades; way short of fifty. The Sea matched the Sky. The Sky matched the Sea. Crows walked the Strand line. Cows mooed in not too distant fields. They reached the grey rocks. A 50/50 tide was enough to allow beach passage to the Pier. As they approached a large Gull walked on the wet sand, ahead of them, like a Policeman on the beat. It opened its large wingspan and slowly took off, perhaps off to the Car Park to shift the hoodie gang? As they headed back, a large ship came out of the River Tees, with the Pilot's boat for company. The ship was blue. The letters LPG were painted on the side. Once in open water the Pilot boat left. The Blue ship curved around the Wind Turbines and headed South. Beach Buoy finished the walk with his hands in his pockets and his head in the grey clouds. As they approached the van a Black Ford Capri burbled into the Car Park. Beach Buoy wondered if it had a Flux Capacitor fitted ? Well ... it was from the 1970's. It came to a halt. A man opened the door and the bonnet of the car whilst leaving the engine running. He made some alterations to the Capacitor, increased the Burble setting and went. Beach Buoy sat at the side door of the van, whilst changing his boots. A Police van came into the Car Park and did the rounds and then, they too were off. Maybe they were looking for their colleague P.C. Herring Gull? They could use gulls, they used to use Pandas years ago and even gave them their own cars... BEACH BUOY |
