18, SEPTEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday Morning.

Typically, the sunrise sky looked to be glorious.

Beach Buoy had to head the other way.

It was later in the morning by the time Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

They reached the Esplanade at 9-27 a.m.

A couple had just sat on the 

"Sand out of your shoes."

bench.

"Morning."

"Morning mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed down the beach access ramp.

It was as bright as it was breezy.

Beach Buoy wondered when a strong breeze became a light wind.

The wind would strengthen as the walk went on.

A Metal Detectorist worked the strandline.

A jogger headed northwards along the water's edge.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked to the sea.

The tide was well out, way beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head to the low level route, up beyond the strandline.

Pier repairs were ongoing.

Cement Mixer Trucks came and went .

Beach Buoy presumed that the wagon at the end of the Pier was pumping concrete to the required locations.

They reached Stubborn Dog Stack.

9-54.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

They crossed the grey rocks on the beach below and made their way to North Gare Pier.

17, SEPT 2025. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.

 Wednesday Afternoon.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

They arrived at 2-47 p.m.

There was a warm wind from the south west.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed towards the sea.

A couple played with their large dog in and around the water's edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog began to head south to Stubborn Dog Stack

A couple headed south, as did a man with a small dog.

After a while Beach Buoy paused.

The beach was theirs.

A sun-dried piece of seaweed tumbled by, confirming the wind's direction.

They walked the low level route.

"Afternoon mate."

It was 3-14.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He sat on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

The warm wind blew on his back.

It was a warmer afternoon than Beach Buoy had expected.

A man almost marching, headed south on the beach below.

Coat in hand.

Shortly afterwards he returned north.

Shirt in the other hand.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.

A mam headed along the water's edge.

His three dogs were all off their leads.

Beach Buoy and Another Gog headed to the strandline.

Up ahead, a contrast.

The sunniest of beaches.

The darkest of skies.

BEACH BUOY.

17, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Wednesday morning.

Beach Buoy had been up since 3-30.

He arrived at the beach car park at 6-50 .

There had been lots of heavy rain overnight.

He headed down the beach access ramp.

It was a grey old morning.

There was a light breeze from the south-west.

Random spots of rain fell.

Breach Buoy wandered to the wreck. 

The tide was very low.

It was well and truly ashore.

Above is the current view, looking west towards the car park.

Looking south.

Looking east towards the sea.

One can see just have far out the tide is.

Looking north towards the Village Green Area.

He headed south, collecting five suitable stones as he walked.

The Lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.

Hood up.

Head down, into the breeze.

They had shared distant waves as she passed by.

Up on the strandline, two men headed south with three dogs.

They stopped at an odd spot to turn back.

It looked like their walked was governed by time not distance?

Beach Buoy headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

7-23 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

He patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He didn't sit or stand to think.

He returned to the beach below by crossing directly over the grey rocks.

He continued south to Sand Martin Corner.

Once there, two hoods went up.

A pencil replaced a pen for beach book notes.

Makes life easier on damp pages.

The confident lady and her confident dog walked northwards along the water's edge.

The only sign this morning that there was a Sun at all, was a pink/peach glow in the otherwise grey sky.

Two escaped shadows and their dog went for a walk on a day off.

The rain stopped.

Two hoods came down.

Beach Buoy stood facing the breeze,

He let it wash over him.

Beach Buoy headed to the van, refreshed.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

FOUR COMPLETE STRANGERS CHATTING AT THE STACK.

14,SEPT. 2025.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

16, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Tuesday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the car park at 6-25 a.m.

It was overcast, mild with a light breeze from the West.

Another Dog went on strike.

Beach Buoy chatted to the lady who once fell off her bike, she was walking the esplanade.

He explained the dog's behaviour.

He baby-carried the dog down the beach access ramp.

The regular Esplanade-end cyclist was in his usual position.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The tide was well out,

beyond the Seaton Carew Wreck.

Beach Buoy heard the sound of large flapping wings.

He turned just in time to see two Swans head from over the Esplanade to the dunes.

He collected five suitable stones.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.

After a batch of high tides, it was good to have a wide beach and a low tide.

They walked a roure, midway between the sea and the shingle scattered strandline.

It was another day with a high chance of a good soaking.

It had been pouring down at 5 a.m.

A small ship headed for the river.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

A single Sand Martin flew by.

"Morning Mate."

it was 7-01 a.m.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think on the driftwood seat with an elevated view.

 

A white van travelled along the North Gare Pier.

A Mobile Crane followed along.

Two Sand Martins flew north.

Team Muzzled Dog passed by on the beach below.

Distant waves were shared with the jogger and the walker.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Team One Black Ear joined them for the walk back to the village.

A beach regular and Betty the borrowed dog walked the water's edge.

Dennis the Dog came to say hello.

 

At  the Access Ramp they greeted the lady with the black dog called Dylan,

BEACH BUOY.

15, SEPTEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL

 

Monday.

It had been very windy and wet overnight.

Scattered showers were still on the cards.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach access ramp at 6-28 a.m.

Beach Buoy was more than half expecting a soaking.

Starlings landed on the Esplanade as one.

They took flight.

Optimistic Sunrise seekers waited down by the sea,

They headed south.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked.

The tide was a canny way out.

There was a strong and chilly breeze from the south west.

 A shower came and went.

A hood went up and down.

The Sun showed up.

It was 6-50.

He wasn't expecting to see their sunshine shadows.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper headed back to the Village.

They were walking distant dune heights.

Too distant to wave.

Ruby.

Regular strips of shingle offered hope to beachcombers.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were missing out.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

7 a.m.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

Even though the driftwood seat with an elevated view was wet due to the rainfall, he had a sit and think.

He drank coffee.

The wind turbines stood idle even though the breeze was strong.

They had most probably been locked off due to strong overnight winds.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

They headed back.

Distant waves were shared with Team Muzzled Dog who were jogging and walking their way south.

The lady who walks the full beach, did so.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The lady with a black dog and an emergency hat passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the van.

BEACH BUOY.

14, SEPTEMBER. 2025. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL

 Late Sunday Morning.

The forecast for later wasn't good.

Beach Buoy tempted Another Dog to walk to the beach.

They arrived at 10-40.

Two stood at the water's edge.

People and dogs were dotted around.

Beach Buoy wasn't taking a lot of notice.

It was just a walk.

A yacht left Hartlepool, out in the bay.

Beach Buoy collected another five suitable stones.

"Morning again mate."

It was 11-15.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added five more.

He had a sit and think.

He watched the Yacht's angled travels.

Beach Buoy drank coffee.

A lady appeared from the south.

Beach Buoy must have looked more ill than relaxed.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes thank you."

"Thought you might have been having a heart attack."

They chatted for ages.

Many topics.

A lady appeared from the north.

She and the first lady had chatted to one another earlier in the day,

She joined the conversation.

More topics.

The second random Dog of the day appeared.

Shortly afterwards the second random man of the day showed up.

His Dog was called Scooby, a Romanian rescue Dog.

The four complete strangers chatted like their meeting had been planned previously.

Around half a dozen Sand Martins flew south as they talked.

They all left around the same time.

Beach Buoy waited until everyone had gained distance.

In time Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.

BEACH BUOY.