"Am l on this drawing?"
Always.
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BEACH BUOY.
Wednesday, 20 November 2024
Tuesday, 19 November 2024
19, NOV.2024. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Park Car Park.
It was a cold morning.
An icy wind blew from the north.
Two hoods had been deployed.
They took the short walk to the beach, towards a noisy sea.
They stepped on sand at 8-35 a.m.
A man with a Corgi headed south.
A lady with a large dog headed north.
They stopped to chat.
A lady in a mustard coat approached.
"Thought it was you in your Orange Coat."
It was Beach Buoy's ex neighbour.
They chatted a while before going their own ways.
Rain seemed to be following a ship on the horizon.
The tide was heading out.
It hadn't reached The Seaton Carew Wreck yet.
Lots of clouds in the air.
The ship passed the Wind Turbines with the rain in hot pursuit.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued southwards.
Up ahead Mr. Gunn/ Lunn and excellent dog Alfie had set off on their four mile circular walk.
He stopped, turned and gave a distant wave which was returned.
A lady overtook Beach Buoy with her Brown Spaniel.
She cut through to the dune edge to continue her way south.
The tide was still high enough to block beach access to the Tank Trap Area.
Spots of rain came and went, amounting to nothing really.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed the big slope.
Although it was a cold morning, there was no frost today.
"Morning Mate."
It was 9-08.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The well-worn plank with plenty of rust was still in place.
Someone had found Beach Buoy's hidden back-up plank.
It had been hidden nearby in long marram grass.
His Plan B, should the well-worn plank with plenty of rust go missing.
His Plank B really.
Beach Buoy sat on the two short planks, wondering if he was as thick as them as the saying would suggest.
It was a fresh seat this morning.
A faceful of icy air.
Down on the beach below, a Brown Spaniel raced up and down the water's edge, chasing Invisible Gulls.
"See you mate."
They set off back along the "easy" route.
They headed back north.
Up ahead a dog walker had six or seven dogs on the loose
Beach Buoy headed to the sea to avoid them.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was beginning to show.
Wrecked twice a day for over a hundred years.
Beach Buoy stopped to pick up a piece of sea pottery.
They continued south.
It was a fresh and exhilarating morning.
Others had just set off on their walks.
A man and his dog approached The Seaton Carew Wreck.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 18 November 2024
18, NOV. 2024. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Monday.
Beach Buoy is always up early, work or not.
Years of alarm clocks mean his body auto wakes around 5 a.m.
Before 6 Beach Buoy had taken his drawing "stuff" into the kitchen.
He sat on a bar stool.
He drank coffee and after 6, he listened to Amy Oakden on Radio Tees and drew.
Beach Buoy went to collect Borrowed Dog.
Along with Another Dog they headed for the beach.
They reached Seaton Park Car Park
at 8-25 a.m.
They walked The Esplanade.
It was as fresh as it was bright.
To the north, The Village Christmas Tree was in place opposite The Green.
No lights or decorations just yet.
They went down the beach access ramp near to the beach huts.
A man followed, stopping to take a pee half way down!
The Sun shone brightly as The Moon took notes.
A man with two dogs threw a ball as they all walked the water's edge.
The tide was a fair way out.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was just starting to show.
There was a slight breeze from the north east.
The sea looked to be rough on a calm day.
A man with a rucksack but no dog marched north.
Beach Buoy and the dogs kept heading south.
The overnight tide had been high, up to the dune edge.
As they walked, Beach Buoy collected five beach stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
They climbed the big slope.
They walked a frosted "easy" route.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-57.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The well-worn plank with plenty of rust had plenty of frost too.
Beach Buoy just stood.
The dogs stood too.
After a stand and think, they slid to the beach below.
They headed back to the north.
Mr Gunn/Lunn and excellent dog Alfie were heading south.
Beach Buoy gave Alfie a head scratch as they chatted.
They put the world to rights.
They also discussed how come they could see the Moon so brightly on a sunny day.
Beach Buoy pictured a Seaton Snooks Tea Room Out and about card as they spoke.
Before leaving, Mr.Gunn/Lunn informed Beach Buoy about a Young Swan to the north.
They went their separate ways.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was beginning to show as the tide receded.
Beach Buoy went to the location of the Swan.
There it was.
It paddled around in beach-trapped water near to the access ramp at the southern end of The Esplanade.
It seemed happy enough.
BEACH BUOY.
Sunday, 17 November 2024
17, NOV.2024. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Sunday.
Beach Buoy locked the front door
at 7-11 a.m.
A Big Moon hung at one end of the street.
The Wind Turbines spun at the other.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off on foot and paw.
It was light but the street lights were still illuminated.
As they passed the cricket / sports club, Seven Ducks quacked on a football penalty area.
The closer they came to the Wind Turbines, the smaller they seemed to become.
They passed the Golf Club.
A golfer coughed as he entered the clubhouse.
As they turned to head to the beach, a street light mimicked The Moon.
They crossed the beach car park at 7-28.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back; beach done and dusted.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach.
The air was fresh but almost still.
The slight breeze that did blow from the north east, must have been strong enough to rotate the bay's Turbines.
A number of groups of all ages seemed to have come to the beach.
More than likely to witness the sunrise?
This time of year it takes place over land not sea.
Any low cloud should not be an issue.
Not Beach Buoy turned left at the dunes with his small dog.
Off, back along The Esplanade they went as they always do.
Many of the beach folk are creatures of habit.
The tide was a fair way out.
The tips of the wreck's timbers stood out of the water like fingers of a floundering crew.
There was a good feeling in the air.
Peace.
Oneness.
A shared goal.
Some of the sunrise seekers stood around a beach bonfire.
The bonfire crackled and popped like a giant bowl of Rice Krispies.
Little children were more impressed with the bonfire than any upcoming Sunrise.
The Sun appeared as Team One Black Ear approached from the south.
Beach Buoy gave the black and mainly white dog a shoulder scratch as they two men chatted.
They wished each other well before going their separate ways.
A couple headed north.
Their dog looked like one of Beach Buoy's dogs; Bonnie.
He has the clip from her lead on his key ring.
He carries it always.
A couple, overtook.
A run to the sun.
They paused to turn to do a Sun selfie.
Beach Buoy collected some stones for the stack, five in total.
They climbed a big slope edged with frost.
The "easy" route had frost too.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-06 a.m.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
The well-worn plank with plenty of rust was gone.
It had been thrown onto the beach below.
The person that threw it was as lazy as they were pathetic.
Beach Buoy fetched it and sat on the reinstated seat.
The Sun's brightness didn't match it's heat.
Not today.
A Ship entered The River Tees.
They carried on to Sand Martin Corner.
Beach Buoy searched the shingle that was scattered around.
They returned to the beach every now and then they would have to step over a draining rock pool stream.
Water headed back to the sea in folds.
The Steams' pattern resembled that of a vertibrae.
The Tank Traps.
Sand Martin Corner to the rear.
They returned northwards.
A Lone Oyster Catcher whistled like an old friend trying to attract Beach Buoy's attention.
It worked.
Rock Pools still drained.
They headed back north.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was ashore.
People stood onboard pointing.
On the way back to base camp, they met Dottie Dog and her mam, they were heading towards the beach.
They chatted about the weather.
How lucky they were living so close to the sea.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy's mobile phone had ran out of battery.
You'll have to take his word for it.
BEACH BUOY.
Saturday, 16 November 2024
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 16. NOV. 2024.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog didn't leave the house until 7-49 a.m.
As they set off, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple passed by, heading home.
It was already light but a washed-out full moon still hung in the sky to the west.
It had rained overnight.
They walked wet fallen leaves as they passed the cricket club.
The club's flagpole flew a flag as pale as the moon.
It fluttered gently in the breeze from the west.
The Village Church Bells rang for 8 a.m. as they passed the golf club.
Golfers set off, laughing "good for business" laughs.
A small silver van drove by.
An excited Alfie and Archie could be heard barking inside.
They were members of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp.
Beach Buoy chatted briefly to Alfie and Archie's mam before heading down the ramp.
Two Cyclists that had ridden to the southernmost end of The Esplanade sat chatting on the most southerly bench.
People walked the water's edge.
Nearby, a dog danced as it waited for a ball to be thrown.
A couple headed north.
They walked either side of a girl about ten years old.
The girl had the coat half on, half off
Arms halfway in the sleeves.
The coat itself looked to be more like a cape, hanging off her back.
They headed south.
The sand was smoothed, almost clear of footprints.
The previous tide had come up to the dune edge.
A man with a mouth and two large dogs off the lead came from the north.
Beach Buoy went to higher ground to let them pass observed.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed the big slope.
The Sun came out.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-35.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
He thought.
"See you mate."
They slid down to the beach below.
The began a slow walk back.
The bright sun allowed their long and crisp sunshine shadows lead the way.
Mr Gunn/ Lunn and excellent dog Alfie approached from the north.
They chatted, mainly about how mild it was...
They went their separate ways.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was ashore now, exposed by the receding tide.
Three walked on the wreck like scavengers, but over a hundred years too late.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach access ramp.
It really was mild.
It felt like it was 5 a.m. on an July morning.
The Village Church Bells rang for 9 a.m. as they climbed up the ramp.
They walked The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
Friday, 15 November 2024
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 15. NOV. 2024.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog had parked up in Seaton Carew Park.
It was a chilly morning.
They headed to The Esplanade.
A man, older than Beach Buoy, walked The Esplanade in shorts and a pair of gloves.
He was walking back to his sea front house after an early sea swim.
Beach Buoy and the dogs reached the beach at 8-26 a.m.
Two hoods went up.
A man headed northwards along the distant waters edge with his small dog.
Steam rose from a warm sea on a cold day.
To the north, just a couple of people.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.
The tide was way out.
They headed to the Seaton Carew Wreck.
The Wreck with The Clock Tower in the distance for reference for actual location.
The water's edge seems so far away from the wreck.
Out on the horizon a ship turned to round the Wind Turbines.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued south to The Big Slope.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added five stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
It was 9-02.
They sat a while.
The dogs on the sand.
Beach Buoy on a well-worn plank with plenty of rust.
The horizon ship was almost at the rivermouth.
"See you mate."
They slid down onto the beach below.
They headed north a short while to clear the grey rocks.
Once clear of the rocks they turned to head south.
Off to North Gare Pier.
Sea glass find in the shingle.
BREWERY?
TADCASTER?
YORK?
They wandered around the wonderful tank traps.
The Sea Serpent Marker.
They returned north as the tide began to fill low lying sands.
An elderly couple left the dunes.
The man wore a flamboyant hat.
The couple had two brown and white Spaniels.
They were both the size and shape of barrels.
Both dog's tails spun as they walked alongside.
Twin Propellers.
A not so slow walk back.
Beach Buoy stepped it out.
He is going to shift a bit of weight.
The Beach Tractor had cleared the beach steps after they became buried during to shifting sands.
Beach Buoy and the dogs climbed the steps.
They completed their walk on The Esplanade.
BEACH BUOY.
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