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Sunday, 15 December 2019

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 15 DEC. 2019.

It was 5-05 am.
Beach Buoy was awake; his work body clock to thank.
Beach Buoy headed to the bathroom with only the darkness for company. They had played Newcastle on Saturday night and were performing in Scotland on the Sunday. (True.)
THE DARKNESS.

Outside, rain fell like a waterfall.
Beach Buoy returned to bed.
The waterfall became a flowing river,
the bed became a boat and he drifted off to sleep.

BUMP!
The boat had hit a grassy bank at 7-21 am...
A sleep in !


Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog drove to the Beach Car Park.

The rain had gone but the clouds remained.
Beach Buoy was surprised to see a slice of Orange in the sky to the South, thanks to a break in those clouds.
They arrived in the Beach Car Park at 7-50 am.
Beach Buoy thought it best that he and Stubborn Dog went full waterproof mode.
He faffed on getting ready, having located their waterproofs from the faffing box at the rear of the van.
They headed down the access ramp at 7-57; the beach was deserted.
They headed for the water's edge.
There was slight, but cold breeze from the West.
The Village Church bell rang out for 8 am.
The breeze carried the sound from the tower, it swirled around Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog before heading out to sea.
It was a Two Hoods, Dut and gloves day; these would most probably be beach uniform for a good few weeks to come?

There was covering of sea coal to the North.



There was a covering of Seagulls to the South.


They headed South.
The Sea was calm, it was only breaking at one step out as it reached land.




Beach Buoy paused to watch the light show.


The Contoured Beach had managed to trap some of the sea water.  The tide would eventually turn and the sea would reclaim the Beach as its own. 
Beach Buoy collected some stones for the Ashes Stack up in the dunes.
As he placed them, the Sun rose over The Cleveland Hills.

'Ashes Stack?'
Beach Buoy explained it all to Stubborn Dog.
How they would be on the beach forever.
 But if Beach Buoy is going to Hell; he will be in good company anyway.
THE DEAD SOUTH. 


They returned to the Beach.
It was still a Deserted Beach.


The tide was out enough to allow a Beach walk to the Pier.
Michelle.....

Stepping Stones.



The light faded a little as they headed back.
The Sun grew two large cloud Rabbit ears.
The Sunshine shadows had gone; ran off to the Circus on stilts as thought. 

They were alone.
They climbed into the van and headed off....

'OK Google, play Radio Cornwall.'
The Sun shone, the bottled sea alleys glowed.
It was bath time.
The warm water became a river, the bath became a boat and he drifted off to sleep.
BEACH BUOY.