Sunday, 27 May 2018

SEATON SANDS, SEATON CAREW 27 05 18

Beach Buoy put on his dried and Dubbined boots and headed for the Beach with One Dog.
The Village Church Clock struck 7 (pm.) as the pair stepped out of the Car.
Beach Buoy was drawn to the dramatic colour differences in the beach Scene.
In the distance he could see the hi vis coats of The German Shepard's Owners Club.
A night time version of the morning's 7 o'clock club.
Beach Buoy imagined them a little more edgy; more extreme.
The winter before last when Beach Buoy wouldn't give into the dark nights and did the Beach anyway by torchlight
the GSOC were there... Hence the liking for hi vis.

It was a glorious evening.
A man in shorts stomped by and headed off into the Dunes.
He had the whitest of white legs.

A Tongue of Sand stuck out rudely into the Sea.
It was edged by Seagulls, their whiteness glowing in the Bright Sunlight.
But they were still a couple of shades down the Scale of White leg man.
A Jaded Jogger Jogged past Jadedly into the headwind  as if in slow motion. It would feel like uphill all the way from here.

Beach Buoy and the Dog shuffled back to the Car.
Beach Buoy lifted the car tailgate to give the Dog a drink.
They had an audience of youths in three cars.
They had loud "Music" on , with a relentless drum beat.
The dog seemed to drink in time to the beat.

Pre Blog production meeting.
Apparently we need more Dog content!

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS 27 MAY 2018.

Beach Buoy and one Dog left the house a couple of minutes before 6am.
The Sun was already quite high to the East, as he  looked it that direction he saw the silhouettes  of two Pigeons running along a neighbouring rooftop, at least one of them was wanting to be a Lovebird.
Beach Buoy's was the first Car in the Car Park.
There was a Breeze from the North.
The Sky was filled with Lemon from the Citrus Sun.
As he stepped onto the Beach he noticed someone had rotated the Dog Ban sign 180 degrees.
Beach Buoy rotated it back to it's correct position.
He was glad of the Dog's company today as they headed to the strand line.
Beach Buoy took off his Sunglasses and stored them in his multi pocketed Beach Bag.

They followed a lazy strand line that hadn't ventured up the beach much, there were some nice large water filled ripples in the sand.
Two hoods went up, not so much to do with the chill, more to do the World could Buy One and Get One Free.
The Beach had the full range of  textures / coverings today;
Flat Sand,
Rippled Sand,
Shingle,
Shingle,
Sea coal
and Rocks.
A couple appeared from the Dunes , as did their Chocolate Brown Dog.
The Big Dog looked friendly and it started to run to Beach Buoy, wanting to say hello.
His Grumpy little companion barked and the Brown Dog did a sudden about turn at the noise.
He returned to it's owners and they followed suit and disappeared into the Dunes as quickly as they had appeared. 

Beach Buoy walked as far as some Seagulls, warming in the morning Sun.
He headed up into the Dunes so as not to disturb the Seabirds.
He looked back shortly afterwards to see a determined looking man walking as far as the Gulls, almost as if  it was his job to disturb them.
Job done he headed back to the North.
A Skylark drifted by in the strong breeze until it arrived at it's chosen spot in the sky and it started to sing it's song.

They headed to the River Tees.

The Colour caught Beach Buoy's eye; he thought it was Plastic that needed beach cleaning; it was a flower; Thank goodness.

After a while it was back to Hartlepool Bay.
Beach Buoy could see the 7 o' clock club heading South.

The big friendly Poodle came for it's regular neck rub.
Beach Buoy smiled when he saw that the dogs tail had been dyed multicolours.
Beach Buoy was a bit of a wanderer, the 7 o'clock club set off back North and were soon well ahead of him.
Beach Buoy watched as one of The Club's Dogs ran to the water's edge ; scattering the resting Gulls. It continued into the water, ran out and shook itself before squatting for a wee. (Thankfully the earlier bird scarer had not done this.)


There was some lovely scenes.


And some not so lovely... but beach cleaned.


They rested on the promenade wall and watched as horses rode off into the Sun.
As they rested; viewing the scene, a young couple appeared on the Beach just in front of them, they had walked down the nearby access ramp.
The Man asked if they were OK walking the Dog here, in what was either a Yorkshire or Lancashire accent.
Beach Buoy pointed to the recently rotated sign.
'You are OK from here all the way to the Pier, go over the Pier, there is another Beach and you're OK right to the River."
Beach Buoy and his mate watched as the slightly Bohemian looking couple headed off; obviously Beach combing as they went. Beach Buoy was sure that they were a VW type set up and was sure he would see their Camper Van as he turned to the Car Park.
He was mistaken.



Beach Buoy dried his Boots in the Sun as he drank tea.
He was pleased not to be at the "PIPE AND SLIPPERS." Stage just yet! In fact it won't happen.

He had just learnt not to label people.
Don't judge, you can make stories up in your head, but you don't know the real story.

He went shopping later and saw an Angel Cloud.
BE HAPPY

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, 26 MAY 2108.

It was Beach Buoy's second visit of the day.
He had two dogs for company tonight.
It was 7-43 pm.
The wind was from the North and just fresh enough to mess up your hair, at Beach Buoy's age he was glad still to have some, hair that is, not wind.
There was a cluster of razor shells, Beach Buoy hoped the finds would group together too.
He was drawn to a patch of Sea coal, it measured about the same are of half a Tennis Court.
He scraped the surface with his foot and aptly it was around a foot deep.
Down at the water's edge there were 2 people with 3 dogs.
About 20 minutes into the walk two hoods went up; it was getting chilly as the wind became stronger.
A broken plastic cup evaded beach clean capture by doing summersaults and disappearing towards the Dunes.

They turned at The Gare and headed back.
There was a River type feature in the sand due to the shaping work off the  Sea and Wind.
A lone Seagull flew down the feature close to the "River" like a  plane trying to avoid detection.
The lighter patch of Sand in the picture, to the right was blowing toward them like a Ghostly Phantom.

The night had lovely colours.
The dark piece centre of photograph is a Shipwreck
It shows now and again.
Beach Buoy reported it a while back and it was recorded as a "New" wreck.

There isn't a great deal left of the wreck.
Note the bright copper rivets.

Beach Buoy and the Dogs headed back and photographed their recent finds.



BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, SEATON CAREW, HARTLEPOOL 26 05 18.

It was just after 7 am
Beach Buoy had been up since 4am; He was Dogless.
The Dog wouldn't rise for the Morning's walk.
A Fisherman hit the Beach just before Beach Buoy.
Beach Buoy followed the fisherman's footsteps that had penetrated the rain marked sand.

The fisherman set up on the Water's edge as Beach Buoy  searched the Strand line. An Old Man..errr hang on a bit!...  A man of around Beach Buoy's age  came into view walking parallel to the strand line suddenly took a sharp right to the Dunes. It was as if he had remembered that's where the keys were left.
There was a Pale light hanging over the Bay......
The Sun was trying to break through and when it did there was sudden warmth.
He carried on to the North Gare.
He had the sound of Seagulls to his left and the rested Skylark to the right.
It reminded him of the early Beatle  albums where you put the speaker balance all to one side and you would got a lone vocal  and a Bass Guitar or perhaps Harmony together with some drums?
When he arrived at The Gare, about a Dozen Sand Martins put on  an aerial display.

A typical Balloon find; entangled in Sea weed.

#2minutebeachclean

Beach Buoy.

Saturday, 26 May 2018

TRAWL

BEACH BUOY HAS BEEN A LITTLE SOLIDER  THIS WEEK BRAVELY BATTLING MAN FLU ;-)
HE WAS UP AT FOUR THIS MORNING AND WOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE BEACH AGES AGO ( NOW 6-08AM)
BUT THE DOG IS FLAT OUT IN BED.
SO HE HAD TIME AND REASON  TO TRAWL THROUGH SOME OLD BLOG POSTS.
HE CAME ACROSS THE ABOVE FROM 23 MAY 2010...
HIS FIRST BEACH CLEAN.
AND THEN HE FOCUSED ON HIS POOR LONG GONE MATE
BONNIE.

SHIP WRECK BONNIE.

HAVING A REST IN THE DUNES BONNIE.

ON THE WAY HOME IN THE BACK OF THE CAR BONNIE.

AS SHE GOT OLDER SHE ENJOYED THE RESTS MORE AND MORE.

SHE WAS A PLACID LOVING DOG..



BEACH BONNIE.

BEACH BUOY NOW OFF TO TRY AND MAKE GETTING READY FOR BEACH NOISES TO SEE IF DOG WILL ROUSE.

BEACH BUOY.

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR FINDS?


People often ask what I do with the things I find.
Usually the answer is not a lot.
I have dabbled with bits now and again over the years and have had a look through some of my blog posts of the past to dig some up.
Last year I gave around 18 bags of Sea glass to the National Glass Centre in Sunderland for some courses they run.
Also some to a local artist for a Sea glass sculpture at Seaton Carew; now finished but waiting to be unveiled.
Much of the finds are bagged in shed and classed as "Stock."
I have messed on with driftwood and Sea glass combinations....



I have messed about drilling glass for keyrindgs and the like.


Drilled Pottery too.



The brass G was found at Seaham.
The natural hole in the wood made it an ideal desk top pen holder.


Last year i made a sea glass Balloon to highlight the dangers of Balloon releases.

And.. sometimes I sketch some of the Sea Pottery.

BEACH BUOY.