Sunday, 10 December 2017


Not the dramatic Sunrise of yesterday, but lovely colours.

A look over my shoulder to the North as we headed South.

The Royal house brick fragment.

Rough Sea and high strand line has claimed some of the Dunes.

The tide was high as we cut through the Dunes, catching glimpses of the Sea as we did so.

Berries in the Dunes added colour to the scene.
As we crossed the path to get to North Gare; a Pier Fisherman heads home.
North Gare Beach.

A hint of snow or sleet started to fall as we made it back to Seaton Sands.

In the  blink of an eye I was back on the Beach for a late afternoon walk.

Driftwood and dramatic clouds.

It all turned a little wintery as we headed back.

This weekend's sea pottery finds.

Some of this weekend's Sea glass finds and a piece of copper.



An early start.
It was minus 1.
So bright and Sunny but the breeze made it feel very cold.

The overnight tide had been high and rough, leaving thousands plastic nurdles along the strand line.
I find it odd that the rougher the Sea then there seems to be more chance of these showing up.

We headed South as is the Norm.
The Sun was about to make it's entrance.

Ta dah!

A large piece of driftwood seems to stretch towards the rising Sun.

It was such a beautiful morning.
Everywhere you looked  just begged to be photographed.
So glad that as a child I was encouraged  to be up and out  early to catch "The best part of the day."

The turbulent Sea seemed reluctant to admit the tide was going out. Wave after wave came rushing in, almost hoping to catch out the unwary beach walkers.

How Green?
Don't let the Sea carry the Can!

North Gare Beach.

The Blue Lagoon had a coating of Sea coal, edged by ice crystals.

Across The River Tees.
Large waves rolled in as their tops were whipped off by the strong breeze.

I looked North to see how much Beach that the Sea had decided to hand back... not a lot.

Meanwhile back in the River Mouth.

On the way back I picked up more drinks cans.

A Beach found bucket holds my beach clean items.

After a cuppa and bun with a Sea view, it was off to Middleton Beach.


Sunday, 3 December 2017


Arrived around 8 am.
It was almost low tide.
It was a lovely morning.
The car informed me that it was almost 10 degrees, that is 6 more than yesterday and at least 10 more than during the past week.
It turned out to be a lovely day.
Ahead of me I could see the tell tale darkness of shingle on the Beach.
As I have blogged many times before, the shingle always gives hope of finds.

The shingle on the beach only gave a few little pottery finds but a stream of shingle weaved it's way through the rocks that lead to North Gare Pier. I followed the difficult route that the shingle took through the rocks and was rewarded with this large globe of Sea glass.

As I approached the WW2 defence blocks alongside the Pier this slightly battered sea alley came in to view.

The glorious weather and the low tide tempted me over to the south side of the Pier.
A bait digger makes use of access to the riverside beach to collect worms.

We went almost to the end of the Pier to take a Seal's eye view of the curved  section.

On the way back a five stones piece was just laying ahead of us on the sand.
A short walk away was a tangle of net and ropes; too heavy for me to move,I have reported it to Teesmouth NNR and they say that they will look as soon as they can. They have come up trumps in the past.

If you wish to download a booklet on Teesmouth NNR 
then the link below should do that for you.
downloadable booklet on Teesmouth NNR

It was back to Sunny Seaton Carew.

Three Horses galloped by.

A horse being taken for a paddle made it know that it wanted to join the others.

It was fantastic to actually fell the heat of the Sun on your face, by the Sea and in December too.
On a downside the flytippers had been back on the bank top!
I have informed Hartlepool Borough Council and thankfully they had cleared the last dump.
As I left the Beach and clambered up the bank I saw a very out of place couple walking towards the slope.
I said "Good Morning." it turns out the they were in town for a wedding yesterday. They informed me that they were staying at the Premier Inn over on the Marina and they had come to the bank top  to see if they could walk to get to St. Hilda's Church on the Headland. I let them know it was a no go and gave them directions to get there by car. I had to apologise for the array of rubbish on the bank top ; a fridge, doors, a Christmas tree with lights entangled in it and much more household trash.

The weather was so nice I sat in the garden and sorted out recent finds.
Here is yesterdays.


Today's finds.

Salvaged form the weekend's Beach cleans.


It was around 7-35 am.
The Sun had yawned, stretched and scratched but hadn't got up just yet.
The temperature was around 3 degrees but it felt mild after the week's hail, snow, Icy winds and thunder and lightening.
Low tide was to come in less than an hour.

The Sea had left behind lots of shingle areas to explore for finds.

The shingle down at the South End of the beach didn't disappoint. A lovely tumbled Sea Alley

The distant call of birds had me reaching for my phone camera. I clicked upwards to get this photograph above.
They were way up high and hard to see due to the grey sky.
I fiddled about with my phone's camera filter setting and it showed the flock as black dots; thus making them much more visible.

Two metal items that were wedged in the rocks on the North side of North Gare Pier.

We crossed over the Pier to North Gare Beach and the mouth of the River Tees.

The pale Sun illuminated the Industry on the South side of the River.

The tide was so low I was able to get beyond the rocks onto a rarely seen patch of riverside sand and almost look into the river channel. Behind me the North Sea's waves broke just behind the almost land locked Pier. The Sea seemed high up, as though we were well below Sea level. It looked a bit odd to be honest.
We went towards the North Gare Pier, with it's tip just touching the Sea like a swimmer's first toe in the the water to test the Sea temperature.
The low Sea gave us an opportunity to collect some sinkers lost by previous Pier fishermen that were wedged in the rocks that surrounded the Pier end.

The rusting Buoy seem to reach out for the decaying Oil Rig.

It looked in perfect condition.
It was too far to take back to the village.
I carried it up to the Pier and left it out of harms way in the confident hope  that a fisherman would take it home. Perhaps a trade for the sinkers that we had already claimed as ours ?

The we headed back along the Beach ...

... towards a now sunlit Seaton Carew.

It's always just a matter of time before the latest craze ends up on a Beach somewhere.

In recent days both a Seal and a Whale have been spotted in the Hartlepool Bay area tangled by Sea trash; either plastic or ghost fishing gear.

The dark nights have tempted me to start to draw some of my previous finds.