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Sunday, 15 August 2021

SUNDAY 15 AUGUST 2021. SEATON SANDS AND SEAHAM.


Beach Buoy arrived at the beach car park alone at 6-22 a.m.

He had waited a while, to see if the weather would brighten.

Another Dog was left behind as the morning remained a little damp.

Another factor in the decision was that the little dog was still fast asleep.

A Distant Fog Buzzer sounded out across the bay.

He headed to the beach.

The fog / mist meant that

 The Headland to the North

and

North Gare Pier to the South

were only just about visible.


The tide was high which gave a narrow beach today.

Beach Buoy could see the that The Distant Wave Lady was down at the water's edge to the south with some of an early 7 a.m.club.


Beach Buoy hugged the dune edge today.

Flowers added a bit of colour to the dull morning.

It wasn't rain as such, not even drizzle.

Moisture just hung in the air; Mizzle?


If the day was a watercolour painting 

then someone had overdone the water element and scrimped on the colour.


A blurry grey ship, slipped out of the River Tees, 

looking like a blurry grey block of flats on the move.


The Distant Wave Lady's Dog spotted Beach Buoy.

It was soon neck scratch time up at the dune edge.

The Distant Wave Lady Waved.

Beach Buoy returned the wave.


The Dish Water Grey Sea lapped gently on the beach sand.

The dampness of the air seemed to muffle even this gentle sound.



By the time Beach Buoy reached 

Stubborn Dog Stack 

with a handful of beach stones,

The Headland had gone, claimed by the fog.

For a short while it didn't exist,

just like all of the Whitby-like  passages

 and alleys that disgracefully demolished many years ago.

History lost and levelled .


 

"Morning Mate."

He patted

THE

stone.

He added the beach stones to the stack.

He went to the dune edge, calling Stubborn Dog to follow..

You never know.....

"They"

sat at the dune edge as Beach Buoy sipped hot coffee from a thermal cup.


"They" 

sat and watched as Gulls flew North close

 to the Sea Serpent Marker.


Other Distant Gulls chose to fly  high in the sky.

Once the birds had gone, The Sea Serpent was alone out in the 

open Bay.

They returned to the Stack.

Beach Buoy stroked 

THE 

stone.

He had wanted to say out loud.

"Really Miss You."

the words wouldn't come.

Beach Buoy headed off with a pet lip in more ways than one for company.


Beach Buoy headed back alone by the water's edge.

A  dog came nearby.

"Are you OK with Dogs?"

asked the lady owner.

Beach Buoy gave a thumbs up.

The owner was a wonderful mass of colour on a grey day.

Her long curly red hair was as red

as her coat was Yellow.

Her Coat was as Yellow

 as her rolled up trousers were

rainbow-like.

Her red hair had more waves than the sea itself.

They talked about Dogs for a short while.

Her companion

Ranger

 was a four month old Labrador, who loved the sea.

Beach Buoy explained the lack of dog situation that he found himself in today..


They went their separate ways.

Beach Buoy in beach boots, the lady barefoot, with shoes swinging from side to side in hand.

Beach Buoy half thought that if he turned around,

 he would see..

The Lady, now a Mermaid

and 

The Labrador, now a Seal

 swimming out to sea

with just a pile of colourful clothes and a bright green dog harness to show that it was true.

It had happened.




Beach Buoy headed back to the van as the sun tried turn the grey morning into silver.

He headed to the van.

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Later it was Seaham Hall Beach.

When he had arrived Beach Buoy had made a coffee.

 He drank the coffee as he watched a Pod of Dolphins through binoculars from the front seat of the van.


You can be pretty confident that the sea glass hunters on the beach missed the show.




Beach Buoy walked as far as the whole hole and photographed it...

IT IS THE LAW...

collecting sea glass as he went.

He headed back.



He placed the sea glass finds near to a sea-glass hunting couple.

"You can have these."

as he placed them nearby on the beach.

"Oh thank you."

It began to rain.

A Wet Beach Buoy headed to the van.

Raindrops formed like sea glass on the end of his fringe, before becoming too heavy and dropping onto the beach.

The perfect disguise.



He moved the van south,

 near to 

The Slope Beach.



Food and Drink..

with

a

sea

view.


BEACH BUOY.