15th August 2012 Seaton Carew to Nose Point, Seaham

I was awake at 6, no views as heavy fog dominated. My sleeping bag was a little damp but the brollie I bought in Guisborough had kept my pack and boots dry.
I was walking at 7.
The tide was low and I had an easy time walking three miles to  Hartlepool.At 8.15 I hobbled into Morrisons where I sort a socket to charge my phone while I had breaky and numerous teas. I Did not leave until 9.45.
I walked past the football ground and found a secluded spot to dress feet, I felt I had to pamper them if I was going to continue.
I walked the coast beach a weird industrial reminant of an age gone. Traces os minining peppered the coast either as slag heaps or foreshore a dumping ground for waste products.  Sometimes the black beaches were dotted with red stones creating an eerir martian theme.
A few showers had me sheltering under a train bridge, you couldl see where folk had walked the bridge to save going down the treed gully. I was tempted. Previously I had stopped in the now gone sun and watched gannets diving of shore.
Just before Seaham I made my way down to the foreshore at Nose Point. As I got my tent out the heavens opened in torrents. The pitch was on hard and in no time although the pegs were hardly in, I was in the dry slapping myself on the back.
The rain continued to fall and with it the puddle i was now pitched in. Although the ground sheet held I could see water an inch deep silty and coal smelling. With the torrent subsiding I unpeg ang dragged tent with kit 5 metres to dry land. Disaster diverted I now felf I could sleep easy. I had only a coffee and was asleep by half 9.
Ihad walked about 14 miles.

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