A frozen windscreen was scraped clear.
It had been a cold night.
They drove in the darkness to the beach.
A cold night can give a clear sky as it did today.
A Boat leaves the Tees.
The pale but colourful light, highlighted the dots and dashes of seabirds crossing the Bay.
A visible Morse Code.
Questions passed from North to South,
answers from South to North.
Upon closer inspection, the contrasting light of Gold Sky and Metallic Blue Sea showed a jagged Horizon.
In the bay the sea was calm, out in the open sea it must have been another story?
Doorway to The Blue Lagoon.
They headed down to North Gare Beach, known locally as The Blue Lagoon.
Across the River.
If the tide is out far enough, there is a small section of riverside beach to walk on.
Usually lots of driftwood down at The Blue Lagoon.
This morning didn't disappoint.
This piece looks like a playful seal peeking from under a driftwood branch.
The sunrise seemed to be trying to breathe life into the motionless steel works.
The lagoon was edged with a combination of Sea coal and frost.
They had a mooch, then headed back to Sunny Seaton Sands.
For a few moments Beach Buoy imagined things were different but as they were.
He gladly fooled himself that it was just after dawn on a long gone summers day.
It felt bright enough.
That fresher air that you have before the heat of summer boils the beach.
They said goodbye to the beach for now and headed to the van.
Coffee and Twix for Beach Buoy.
Water and Scooby Snacks for Stubborn Dog.
They returned to the beach around 1 pm
They retraced their morning steps but continued on to the driftwood shelter at the very south of North Gare Beach, a lower tide allowing them to do so.
A narrow strip of beach becomes an Island when the tide is high.
Fishermen must maroon themselves here on purpose from time to time.
A driftwood shelter and a camp fire must provide some comfort?
They paused a while and headed back.
Between The Gares; North and South.
BEACH BUOY.
