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| Beach Buoy left the house at 6-50 am. It was dark and wet, but not raining. The almost naked shadow of an almost naked tree stretched across the front lawn, illuminated by a fully naked and blushing nearby street light. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the Car Park. There was one car in the Car Park when they arrived. Beach Buoy sat in the van a while, watching the breaking waves that were visible above the promenade wall. He went to the side door and climbed into the rear of the van. In doing so he noted that the wind was off the sea, but not as cold or as strong as he had expected after seeing the rough sea. He faffed on changing into waterproofs; just incase. One of the pleasures of having the van is the licence to faff. Faffing completed they headed out. Crying Gulls were hanging in the wind over the still dark Car Park. They headed for the access ramp. The ramp was partially covered in wind blown sand. The sand cut across the rectangular ramp diagonally. The remainder was wet and reflecting the light from the promenade lighting. Once down the ramp, they headed for the water's edge. As they did so the 7 am club passed them at a distance, heading south. The walk to the sea was an uneven one. The recent strong winds had stripped much of the sand from the beach. So it was a combination of stones and rocks that peppered the sand that had managed to stay putt, with an odd piece of partially buried driftwood to colour the dimly lit scene. |
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| The Sea was wild. It seemed odd that the wind was not stronger than it was. There was lots of Sea Foam, some of it had been coloured by the drifting sands, giving it the appearance but not the texture of Cinder Toffee. |
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| The sea roared angrily. The waves broke way out in the Bay. The 7 am club had already turned at the Grey rocks and were around one-third of the way back. So bearing in mind that Beach Buoy was two-thirds of the way there it was a 'Hello' from the 7am club and some of their dogs. |
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| Then there was this..... |
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| Beach Buoy decided to collect and beach clean them on the return journey. |
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| He took some stock to The Dune Stack. Next it was back to the beach for a stand and think. |
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| He watched as the walls of sea rolled in; each trying to out-do the previous one. The Sea almost became mesmerising as it danced a grey dance, similar to that of the flames on a closely watched fire; though admittedly not as colourful. At times it would hide part of the Sea Serpent marker. The marker's light flashed on regardless. FLASH! ONE APLLE AND TWO APPLE AND THREE APPPLE AND FOUR FLASH! Seabirds flew North. Seabirds flew South. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog chose North.... |
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| The slow walk back was framed between Dune and Sea Foam. He collected the Buoy's and dragged them and Stubborn Dog back to the van. All of the drag training had finally come in handy! |
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| Stubborn Dog sticks his tounge out for the Camera as Beach Buoy wonders if he should have held out and bought a LWB version of the van. Beach Buoy did some research on BH 314. BH is Blyth. It was built in Cornwall in 2004. He also found a photograph of it online. It was laying to one side at low tide at Holy Island with Bamburgh Castle in the distance; perfect! BEACH BUOY. |
