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| Beach Buoy had headed for bed at something to 1 am. He woke at 4-05 and again at 6-20. It was still dark. Outside he could hear yet another windy weekend cartwheel down the Street. Stubborn Dog was snoring nearby, like a Drunken Sailor or perhaps it was a Drunken Sailor snoring like a Stubborn Dog?..... It was still dark when they rolled into the newly extended Car Park. Beach Buoy parked up at the South End. A Council Truck was parked on the Promenade near the access ramp. It's Orange lights flashed brightly as the driver emptied one of the nearby bins. Beach Buoy changed into his beach boots as two cyclists reached the low wall at the south end of the Promenade and turned to head back to the north. Their red flashing lights passed the truck's orange ones and they were gone. |
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| Beach Buoy touched sand at 6-58 am To the left the 7 am club were on their way south. The tide was more out than it was in. Out in the bay, the Wind Turbines turned at a steady pace as an orchestra of Windy Miller Windmills played in Beach Buoy's head. Listen via the link below..... Windy Miller |
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| Lovely birdsong drifted across from the dunes. It was too early for the Skylarks but it was beautiful nonetheless. Two Oyster Catchers that had been at the water's edge took flight. As if to prove they too could sing. Beach Buoy saw another dozen or so Oyster Catchers up ahead and did try to give them a wide berth. But they took flight also. Beach Buoy watched them as they first headed out to sea but then flew in an arc and headed east over the dunes. He watched them until their black and white flashes merged with the grey of the morning's sky. Out in the Bay, The Sea Serpent alternated between two and three humps as a red ship sailed into the River Tees. The lowish tide allowed beach access to the North Gare Pier. One man his dog were up in the dunes heading north. The film crew were furious as the sheep kept stopping to eat the salty Dune Grass. Anyway nowadays the program would be A Shepherd and a Canine. Oh actually it was really just a man with his dog....... |
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| A crack of orange light appeared in the clouds to the south, looking like a distant glow from a Volcano Crust that was readying to blow. High in the sky, five Lapwing flapped as they tried to head east, looking like large butterflies struggling in a gale. The were followed by three Cormorants. The Cormorants had a determination in their flight as if they were heat-seeking or perhaps Lapwing-seeking missiles. Beach Buoy added to the dune stack as raindrops pattered on his waterproof hood. The dune tops were more exposed to the weather today. It was back to the beach and south The 7 am club caught up but stopped short of the Pier for a chat. Mari the Poodle didn't come running today she was away from her group; sniffing up in the dunes. (It'll be the smell of all of those sheep?) |
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| Beach Buoy clambered the Grey Rocks on the way back, tempted by the large driftwood sculptures. |
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| Th imaginary sheep drifted up to the Sky and became white fluffy clouds that headed out to sea. |
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| The light changed dramatically, as it is prone to do so on a blustery day by the sea. The Sun shone on the wet sand. |
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| It was breathtaking. |
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| They stopped at The Baker's on the way back. There is a warm downdraft in the doorway... This Cat has figured that out and is usually seen here. They should call him WELCOME or perhaps PLEASE WIPE YOUR FEET? |
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| Back at Base Camp Stubborn Dog did his cartoon dog trick and went a buried a biscuit. He sometimes appears at the back door with Twigs in his ears. BEACH BUOY. |
