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| A driftwood scaffolding board. The patterns were pleasing. |
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| Driftwood |
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| The new cycle racks. Maybe they should be named The Sir Billy Connelly Cycle Racks.... BEACH BUOY. |
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| A driftwood scaffolding board. The patterns were pleasing. |
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| Driftwood |
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| The new cycle racks. Maybe they should be named The Sir Billy Connelly Cycle Racks.... BEACH BUOY. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn dog arrived at 7 pm. |
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| They headed to the water's edge, once there they continued in a southerly direction. |
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| They went up to the stack and added a few stones. They returned to the beach. |
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| They were drawn to the water's edge for the walk back. |
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| 8 pm came. Clap for carers time. Beach Buoy clapped. The beach was deserted. |
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| Almost done.... BEACH BUOY. |
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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog left the house at 6-45 pm. |
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| It was bright and breezy. |
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| The sun was high and the tide was low. |
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| The whole beach seemed to rushing back to the sea. Beach Buoy knew that feeling well. |
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| Driftwood shadow looking like an angel; to Beach buoy at least. |
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| More driftwood. |
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| They did the stack, before heading back. |
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| Slow walk back...... |
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| It's a hard life..... BEACH BUOY. |
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| After work Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog went and had a sit in the shed. |
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| Later on, around 6-45 p.m. they hit the beach on their allowed exercise walk. It was bright and breezy, as it had been all week long. The beach was busier than of late. |
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| They say it could be the warmest April for 361 years, though it was still fresh around the lugholes down by the sea. |
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| They did the dune visit. |
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| They headed back down to the beach and along to the North Gare Pier. |
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| The reflections were gorgeous. |
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| They headed back.... |
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| 'Walk into the light.' |
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| The sun was resting its head on the dunes. |
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| Soon the beach part of the walk would be over. |
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| Car Park. BEACH BUOY. |
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| The sky was as clear as the breeze that was blowing off the sea. |
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| A fellow allowed exerciser headed north. Out in Hartlepool Bay, white horse ran races of their own; point to point with no point. |
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| They took a few stones up to the dune stack. The dune grass shied away from the sea; bending in the breeze. |
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| The tide was well out, so they were able to walk to the North Gare Pier via the beach. Sculptured rock pools reflected the bright evening light. |
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| They headed back. The light was dazzling. The light was stunning. The light was gorgeous. The light was up-lifting. |
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| Sky. Sun. Shingle. Sand. Sea. Seaton Carew. Hartlepool. BEACH BUOY. |
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| They headed for the strand line. |
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| The beach was theirs. Beach Buoy paused a moment and Stubborn Dog shock himself from nose to tail and they were off. |
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| The light and the filters were changing constantly. |
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| The wet sand produced some fantastic reflections. |
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| Driftwood with branches and shadows. |
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| They put a few stones on the dune stack before heading back to the beach. A Skylark sang overhead. They headed South; the Skylark seemed to follow. |
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| Water drained from rock pools. Beach Buoy was happy to be sharing the beach with Stubborn Dog, a Seal and a Skylark. |
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| They reached the North Gare Pier at 7-07 am. |
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| They checked on the young seal as they headed back. All was good, just tracks leading to the sea. |
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| Beach Buoy liked to make note of beach messages. they range from people's names,'Send Nudes!' to this one today. |
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| They headed back on the deserted Road. |
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| Nearly there..... |