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| Beach Buoy was at work today; a Saturday. He took the opportunity to take a photograph of his VW Transporter down by the Tees Transporter. |
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| Beach Buoy pulled into the car park at 6-25 pm with Stubborn Dog and a coffee in tow. It was very foggy. Beach Buoy couldn't even see the sea from his high vantage point in the van. He could see a black box at the top of the beach access / egress ramp. There appeared to be a sign on it? People were stopping and reading the sign. One small boy reached into the box and pulled out a tennis ball. Perhaps he was a budding magician? A middle-aged man drove around in the fog with the top down on his convertible sports car. He parked up, and sat, revving the car's engine. Beach Buoy headed for the beach at 6-45 pm, he too stooped to look at the black box. It was full of tennis balls. There was a photograph of a lovely looking dog; a Border Collie. A sad note explained that the balls had been left in tribute to Nell. The balls were there to take and enjoy the beach in the much-loved dog's memory. x What a touching way to pay tribute to one's pet. Beach Buoy headed south. Someone was putting up a tent in the dunes. The Skylarks sang above the campers and the dunes in general. |
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| They double stacked the stack to make up for yesterday's short walk. |
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| They headed back down to the beach and continued south. |
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| No bright reflections today. |
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| The North Gare Pier ran off into the Mist in search of the Mermaids that were crying just out out of sight. Maybe they were crying for Nell the Border Collie? |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog went to North Gare Corner; the shingle looked promising. |
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| They arrived at The Sand Martin's sandbank; it was a sad sight. All of the burrows had been lost in a collapse of the sand bank due to torrential rain that had fell in the past few days. The fencing from years ago when the dunes were being stabilised was in a pile at the bottom. The photograph below from a couple of weeks ago, shows the fencing still attached to the bank. You can clearly see the Sand Martin's Burrows that had been dug in the sandy bank; they had all gone. There were no birds in sight. Beach Buoy was devastated. He counted on the arrival of these birds as a start of a happier time of year, as he did with the Skylarks and more recently the Little Terns. |
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| A photograph from a few weeks ago of a Sand Martin in flight over the bank. |
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| A deflated Beach Buoy photographed some finds. |
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| They headed back into the mist. |
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| Beach cleaned. |
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| Beach cleaned. BEACH BUOY. |
