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Sunday 29 January 2023

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL, 29 JAN. 2023.


Sunday.
It was 7-01 a.m.
Beach Buoy was making coffee and toast.
He could see the the sky over the bay as he sipped the hot coffee.
Red streaks of light crossed from south to north. 
He had checked the time of today's sunrise.
8 a.m. exactly. 
Beach Buoy made a beach coffee.

Beach Buoy, Another Dog and Borrowed Dog all set off in the van for the nearby beach.
It was just a bit better than half light. 

Two cyclists chatted at the south end of the promenade.
They had travelled as far as the promenade would allow.
They set off side by side.
Their white flashing L.E.D. lights
led the way.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked towards the sea.
There was an orange glow to the south.
There was a fresh breeze.
Finger ends turned cold in fingerless gloves.
Three hoods went up. 


The Village waited for more daylight.


They headed south.
Up ahead, two figures approached.
Lola the Pug came running up.
It was part of team Distant Wave.
"Morning."
"Morning."
No Hugo this morning.



Beach Buoy tried to skim a piece of sea pottery out to sea.
One.....
A flock of birds flew south, close to the sea's surface.
Showing how it should be done. 


Seaglass.
Lowcock's Lemonade
or maybe 
L
for 
Lola, the Friendly Pug?


A flock of birds bathed in gold at the water's edge.
Beach Buoy went up towards the dune edge so as to not disturb them.


They walked the edge until they reached Stubborn Dog Stack.


It was a quiet beach today.. so far.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.


Two identical-looking ships left the river, following the same course.


"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
 stone.
It was 8 a.m. 
Sunrise at the stack.
As the sun came up, hoods came down.
Beach Buoy drank beach coffee.

"See you mate.'
They returned to the beach.


It was glorious.


They headed back.
It was that time of the morning at that time of year.
When gold reflected on sea front windows, yet cars still passed with headlights on.

The sunlight began to turn a grey sea blue.


A breaking wave broke beyond repair.


 A slow walk back.
About an hour until high tide.

BEACH BUOY.