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| 4-15pm. The Car Park was almost empty. Four Cars were parked with massive gaps between them, all seemingly wanting their own space. Four Cars in a car park with spaces for 200-300 and one of the four parks in Beach Buoys favourite spot. Its even has M/C painted on the tarmac for MY CAMPERVAN! ...although Motorcycles do park there too at times. Beach Buoy parked miles from anybody; he wanted his own space too. He watched as an elderly man left one of the distant cars with a large plastic sack in one hand. 'Beachclean?' thought Beach Buoy... wrong❌.... The man had a shovel in the other hand and was filling the sack up with sand! He was stealing the beach! Deep Breaths Deep Breaths..... Two white vehicles entered the car park. They parked alongside one another but facing opposite directions.... sort of top and tail. The drivers lowered their windows and presumably talked the talk? Beach Buoy locked the van and walked the walk. It was one of those afternoons were all of the colours were pale, the sea, the sky, the sand, in fact everything. Two Beachcombers searched the shingle patches that were scattered randomly in lines across and unusually smooth and flat beach. It must have been something to do with the sea condition? The waves were rolling straight onto the beach and almost breaking as one as they reached the sand. It is more often the case that many waves would hit the North Gare Pier first then run at an angle into the other shore bound waves, creating uneven but often dramatic waves, sometime rising high into the air as they collided. There was a time when the beach was so flat you could land aeroplanes on it. 1914 Aeroplanes at Seaton Carew. As Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed south, he did a shingle search too. The finds, that were all left behind are below... for those interested. He headed up to the Dunes and added two more stones to that pile. |
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| It was around three hours to low tide. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog had sit and think down by the Grey Rocks. His first thought was 'Why have I just sat on a wet rock?' After fifteen minutes or so Wet Bum and Stubborn Dog headed North. |
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| The whole beach was theirs for quite a while. Longer would have been better. BEACH BUOY. |
