07 SEPT 2019. SEATON SANDS.

It hadn't been a great nights sleep, so to be honest Beach Buoy was more keen than usual to get out and about.
Before they had set off, there was a drumroll of  heavy rainfall on the roof.
Rain wasn't going to put Beach Buoy off his walk.
It became clear during the short drive to the Beach Car Park that the rain had been very localised; maybe even just over the house?
So just a case of black cloud syndrome?
It was 6-05.
The Car Park was bone dry and empty, apart from a half a dozen gulls stood facing the wind.
Beach Buoy sat in the van a while looking out to sea.
It was a slate grey sea, the sky was a cloudy one.
The radio was on for a change.
Beach Buoy had remembered to pull out the old fashioned aerial that comes with vehicle of the van's age.
For some reason it was tuned to Radio York.
The Communards were playing.
Beach Buoy thought of a beach themed tribute band.
THE PROMUNARDS; lead singer Jimmy Summervilla.

Even though it wasn't raining Stubborn Dog was not wanting to leave the comfort of a cushion and the van.
A bit of a bribe later and they were on their way.

A couple were just leaving the beach via the ramp so Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the low wall at the south end of the car park

A Clump of grass sheltered  from the northerly wind behind the wall 

The Beach was theirs.
There didn't seem much chance of any full blown sunrise photographs today?

A quick check showed that the north end was empty too.

They walked south.
A tailwind helped them on their way.
Seagulls flying low were making headway as they travelled north into the wind.
Those flying higher reminded Beach Buoy of himself;
Lots of flapping and going nowhere.

The sun tried to make an appearance, looking like a beacon's fire that was guiding an oddly stacked container ship out to sea.

Beach Stream.

The sun became brighter.
Beach Buoy tried to make sense of  what he could see in the distance, near the Wind Turbines.
It became clear, thanks to the unusual light that he could see Wind Surfers from Redcar as they went out to the Turbines and returned to their beach.

The sound of rain hit Beach Buoy's coat; the waterproof hood went up.
It sounded like a sand storm; it was just fine rain.

They left some finds down by the Grey Rocks.
The Grey Rocks were underlined by a line of brown seaweed, as if to show their importance. 
More brown seaweed had been stacked up near the World war Two anti-tank blocks.
It looked as if the Sea Serpent had spent the night there on a comfy bed of seaweed.
Beach Buoy wondered what sort of review The Sea Serpent would put on a trip / Hotel website.

Lovely sea views.
Food was fresh.
Bed was soft but suffered from a little dampness.
8 out of 10
SS from SC

On the way back a clay pipe turned up in the shingle.
The day brightened a little as they walked back, not direct sunlight.
It was as though someone had put a light on in another room.

A hint of a faint rainbow started or ended just above the Amusement Arcades on the Sea Front.
Was somebody going to hit the jackpot?

Beach Buoy binned the Beach Clean items and went to the van once that they were on the promenade.

Then off to Newburn Bridge for a warm drink and a look out to sea...
in a sloping car park.....
with sloping coffee 
in a sloping cup.

BEACH BUOY.