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| By the time Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog reached the bright and breezy beach it was 6-55p.m. As they left the house people had been walking around in shorts and t-shirts. Beach Buoy resisted the temptation to wear a wooly hat but still donned a 'Big' coat as he knew the beach would be fresh; it was. Up went the hoods. |
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| The sky was as clear as the breeze that was blowing off the sea. |
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| A fellow allowed exerciser headed north. Out in Hartlepool Bay, white horse ran races of their own; point to point with no point. |
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| They took a few stones up to the dune stack. The dune grass shied away from the sea; bending in the breeze. |
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| The tide was well out, so they were able to walk to the North Gare Pier via the beach. Sculptured rock pools reflected the bright evening light. |
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| They headed back. The light was dazzling. The light was stunning. The light was gorgeous. The light was up-lifting. |
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| Sky. Sun. Shingle. Sand. Sea. Seaton Carew. Hartlepool. BEACH BUOY. |
