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| Beach Buoy decided to go to the beach in the van. They arrived around 7-04 am. It was mild. It was foggy out in the bay. The sound of fog horns seemed to rebound off one another. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked to the water's edge. The equi-spaced 7 am club were already on their way south on the strand line. |
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| Every now and then the sun showed a willingness to burn through the fog. |
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| Then it would go to fog once more. Beach Buoy paused to scan the bay from Hartlepool Headland in the north over the The Gares to the south. Even in a colour photograph it looked as if an artist had sketched the scene using every grade of pencil from soft to hard. Beach Buoy went up to the dune stack; stones in hand. He paused a while and decided to head back to the van. There was tea and toast to make! On they way back they passed the Chocolate Pudding Dog and its owner. Chocolate Pudding came over for a hello as the two dog owners chatted briefly. |
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| The loudest of all the fog horns was becoming louder. It was from a large ship coming into port; a ghost ship. A Tees Tug sat just outside the river mouth ready to guide the larger vessel to it's berth. |
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| On the way back the sun finally broke through. |
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| Beach Buoy made Tea and Toast as Stubborn Dog looked on. A lady cyclist sat on the Promenade wall. Her bike leaned on the wall as her ponytail blew in the pleasant breeze. Another lady unloaded a horse from an unusually small horse box van. She mounted the White Horse and headed for the beach access ramp. The horse's ponytail blew in the pleasant breeze. Beach Buoy finished his breakfast as more Twitchers arrived to look at the Little Terns that were nesting just behind the Promenade Wall. BEACH BUOY. |
