SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 8, OCTOBER 2025.

 Wednesday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the Esplanade at 6-31 a.m.

It was still dark.

A band of light ran across the bay.

North to south.

South to north.

The tide was neither in nor out.

They headed down the beach access ramp.

Once on sand...

"Morning. Its been a lovely walk, so mild."

It was the lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper.

Jasper was sporting a brightly coloured illuminated collar.

Another lady walked with them this morning.

"Morning."

Their lovely walk was done.

They left the beach via the ramp.

They headed towards the water's edge in the not quite half-light.

He collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

At least he hoped that they were stones.

He could see that the 7 a.m. club were heading south.

One flashing collar meant a one dog day.

He waited.

Yesterday Beach Buoy had come clean with the 7 a.m. club.

He gave him the blog details.

He let him know just why he was called the 7 a.m. club.

"Morning Paul."

"Morning Geoff."

He liked the blog.

Excellent.

Beach Buoy explained some of the names of the other beach and blog characters.

All done with affection.

All good eggs.

Like minded people with like minded outlooks.

They went their different ways.

Last night's rafting Gulls waited at the water's edge for air traffic control to give permission to take off.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the dune edge so as not to disturb them.

Light increased ever so slowly.

Rougher seas had scattered seaweed along the strandline.

To the north Beach Buoy had spotted that the 7 a.m. club were chatting to Team One Black Ear.

Team One Black Ear caught up.

Greetings were exchanged.

"Geoff said to ask about the blog.

Information sheared once more.

Explanation given as the Team One Black Ear name on blog.

They chatted.

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

She walked beyond the Sun this morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-31.

Beach Buoy patted

THE 

stone.

He added five more.

He had a sit and think.

Another Dog did too.

Count your blessings.

Beach Buoy does.

Clocks tick.

Time slips away.

One day the tide with go out and you won't be there to see it return.

Down on the beach below, Milo the borrowed dog had been to sit in the sea once more.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

Over at The Gares, a light searched for the lost.

So many lost...

The Sun shone on Seaton Carew.

The lady with a black dog called Dylan, hurried along the beach.

"Morning."

"Morning."

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 7, OCTOBER 2025.

Tuesday evening,

Beach Buoy looked out of a window, up to the sky.

The clouds were calling.

Another Dog was tired.

She and Borrowed Dog had been on an afternoon field walk.

When Borrowed Dog comes for the day, she watches his every move.

When he goes back she usually collapses in a heap.

You know that she is really tired when she disappears into another room.

She was sleeping in another room.

Beach Buoy decided to walk to the beach alone.

He set off at 6-15 p.m.

His feet touched sand at 6-32.

A seventeen minute walk.

A wonderful cloud sat above the Wind Turbines.

The Sun was already putting plans in place to set.

A couple, both in big coats, stood near a bonfire at the dune edge.

They were taking photographs of the array of clouds that were on show.

It wasn't really a big coat type of evening.

It was very mild.

A light breeze blew from the south west.

It had the fell of around 9-30 p.m. on a summer's evening, not 6-45 in October.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was well out.

The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea but not by much.

 Three had walked down from the dunes.

After writing messages in the sand, they had headed north.

The beach to the south was now his.

Hundreds of Gulls rafted out in the Bay.

Beach Buoy checked the times of a number of the bay's flashing lights.

He used the "Apple and." method.

Its an autumn evening type of thing.

He caught the South Gare light illuminated on 

"Eight apple and nine."

"Evening Mate.

It was 6-53.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think.

He didn't stay long, the light was quickly fading.

"See you in the morning mate."

Beach  Buoy set off back to the north.

Two big coats sat either side of a dune edge bonfire.

It was 7-16 by the time he passed the Clock Tower.

The shadow given by an up light seemed to disagree.

The colourful light from an Ice Cream Shop was a nice addition.

On foot back along Tees Road.

A large, illuminated Crane stood alongside new Wind Turbine Towers.

The front door opened at 7-31.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

There will be a time when Beach Buoy can't go to the beach.

This little driftwood seat will transport him there.

19, MAY 2025.

THE SHORT PLANK.

SEATON SANDS,

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 7, OCTOBER 2025.

 Tuesday morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 6-31 a.m.

Having just missed the 7 a.m. club yesterday, they had come a little earlier in the hope of a chat.

It was still dark.

Sunrise was about forty minutes away,

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

They headed towards the sea.

To the north Beach Buoy spotted the 7 a.m. club working his way south.

It was a two dog day.

A pair of flashing collars flashed orange.

"Morning Paul!"

Beach Buoy waited for them to catch up.

They had a lovely chat as like minded people do.

They went in opposite directions.

Beach Buoy headed south with Another Dog.

The 7 a.m. club headed back to the north with two dogs and a band of Happy Crows.

They continued to the south.

Sunrise was approaching.

They started to make their way to the low level route.

The Sky lit up.

A Crow and a cloud.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple came and went.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-13

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

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

Unusual clouds captured the light.

"See you Mate."

They returned to the beach below.

To the North, Team Muzzled Dog and Team One Black Ear chatted.

They were walking then low level rout at 7-20 when the Sun showed up/

They headed back.

They greeted Teams Muzzled Dog and One Black Ear.

They chatted as the lady who walks the full length of the beach did so.

They headed back with Team One Black Ear.

They all stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn as they passed.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

Both from May.

To colour later...

BEACH  BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE 7 A.M. CLUB AND HIS CROWD OF CROWS 

14 MAY 2025.

SEATON SANDS.

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

THE TWO HOUR BEACH TALK.

16 MAY 2025.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL 

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

SOMEONE HAD STOOD THE SEAT UPRIGHT.

15 MAY 2025

STUBBORN DOG STACK 

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 6 OCTOBER 2025.

 Monday morning.

Beach Buoy faffed with his coat zip.

He gave up in the end, opting for the button option.

It was 6-43 a.m.

The person that walks the car park perimeter was doing so.

He reached the Esplanade at 6-48.

The Esplanade Cyclist passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Down on the beach, along the water's edge, Beach Buoy could see the unmistakable figure of the 7 a.m. club heading south.

It was good to see him on the beach again, even though it was at a distance.

Too distant for even a distant wave.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.

To the north, Beach Buoy was pleased to see that the 7 a.m. club was chatting to Team One Black Ear.

He may get an update later?

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

The tide was out as far as the wreck.

The wind was still strong but it seemed that all of the shifting sand had gone?

The first section of the beach was more like a cobbled street, with all of the softer sand gone.

He was spoilt for choice when he collected the suitable stones.

The wind from the west was very mild.

The Beachcombing Border Collie overtook them before turning to head back.

Only after Another Dog had gone on strike until they had passed.

One walked the water's edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the low level route.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-12 a.m.

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added the five suitable stones.

He had a sit and think.

 The rearranged meeting man rushed southwards on the beach below.

Another Dog chose to stand in a hand-me-down coat from Borrowed Dog.

Rearranged once more, the man hurried northwards.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach.

It was glorious.

Thanks to the strong wind, the Dune Grasses nodded in agreement.

The Bay was spectacular.

Beach Buoy headed back.

He chatted to Team One Black Ear and fussed the two other dogs as he did so.

7 a.m. club update shared.

As they left the beach the lady with a black dog called Dylan passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

BEACH BUOY.