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| It was car park time at 3-45 pm. It was sooooo mild. The Sea looked like a summer sea. The colour was so lovely Beach Buoy almost half ran to the water's edge... almost. Usually, a clear day in January means chilly air and a wooly hat. Beach Buoy ticked the hat box; sporting a black dut with VW on the front. It really did feel like 8-32pm in July rather than almost 4 pm in January. |
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| The beach had a few people and dogs for company. The air was still. A River Tees cloud factory puffed out clouds with nowhere to go, they just hung there. They are normally delivered by air mail, but the wind was not playing today. |
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| Away from the man-made clouds, the sky was clear. Random vapour trails were scattered around, they looked like faint sketches of half an idea. |
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| They shuffled up to the ashes stack and dumped a few more stones. Beach Buoy watched from the dunes as The Sea Serpent surfaced to have a bit of a warm. |
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| They headed back, searching the shingle patches as they did so. Beach Buoy doesn't keep many finds any longer. He did recognise this piece as a piece of a jar which held award winning Marmalade. BEACH BUOY. |
