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| Beach Buoy woke at 5-08 a.m. He laid and looked for sheep to count; none! He went hunting for sleep, instead of sheep. Empty-handedly he went downstairs at 5-55 am. Beach Buoy picked up the kettle and shook it slightly, trying to gauge by the weight and the sound of the sloshing inside as to how much water it held. (There is a level to show this, on the side of the kettle.) š¤” Kettle on. Now, it was the time of year when the last of the Christmas treats becomes a reality. He hadn't been out to top-up supplies as yet, so it was dead fly biscuits with a cup of tea. If you don't know what dead fly biscuits are, you will know them when you see them. They are definitely a biscuit for tea. Somethings go hand in hand, like Coffee and Doughnuts or Tea and a toasted Teacake. Thats just how it is. A short drive ensued. By 7-11 a.m. they were in the Dark Car Park. There was one vehicle there. Beach Buoy recognised it as one owned by an ex- work colleague; the one who was a dune walker rather that a beach walker. It was still dark, so to all intents and purposes it didn't matter where the walk took place? Of course it did matter to Beach Buoy and his little beach mate; Stubborn Dog. They headed for the water's edge to the sound of an early morning bad news siren. It is bizarre how often, early morning bad news sirens sound out. Unless of course there is an Ambulance Driver who is often late for work? As you can see above, to the North it was as dark as midnight. |
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| The South, meanwhile. had a hint of light. As they walked in its direction, it became lighter. It was still quite gloomy when Beach Buoy spotted the 7 a.m. club heading back from the Pier. Mari the Poodle bounced over to say hello. She was followed by an Inquisitive White Scottie Dog, wearing a Green illuminated collar. Then it was 'Hi' and ' Goodbye.' and they all went their separate ways. In the dim light, small Sanderling-type birds ran around the Water's edge; their speed was quite amazing. |
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| They stacked some dune stones and glanced to look back to the North before heading to the North Gare Pier. The tide was an in-coming one. There was a fresh wind form the North West. |
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| They headed to The River Tees with a desire to watch the Sunrise. |
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| The light glowed as the river flowed. |
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| The bright light became more intense. |
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| Eventually the Sun rose. |
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| ... and waves broke. |
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| Tugs waited in the River, ready to guide the Ship to its berth. |
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| The Old Pier was beginning to show its age. |
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| They started the trek back to the van. |
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| It was a lovely walk; a needed walk. |
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| Their sunshine shadows walked the walk. |
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| Beach Buoy paused. The light was gorgeous; the Sea dramatic. IT HAS TO BE THE SEA. IT HAS TO BE THE SEA FOR ME, NOWHERE ESLE WILL DO, I COULDN'T LIVE WITH FIELDS OF GREEN, WITHOUT A SEA SO BLUE. I NEED TO HEAR THE BREAKING WAVES, TO WATCH IT RISE AND FALL, A LIFE WITHOUT THE SEA YOU SEE, IS JUST NO LIFE AT ALL. AND WHEN I'M GONE, MY DUST WILL BLOW, FROM DUNE, DOWN TO THE SHORE, I'LL REST IN PEACE, I KNOW I WILL, ON THE BEACH FOR EVERMORE. BEACH BUOY. |
