WAVING TO A STRANGER ON THE BEACH BELOW.
Beach Buoy.
Wednesday, 26 March 2025
26, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Wednesday afternoon.
Just notes for now.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park.
They headed to the beach.
The litter pick lady and her Scottie dog were on Station Road Access Ramp.
She had found a phone.
Beach Buoy asked if it would turn on.
It did.
They had a game of guess the access code.
Then they could ring someone on the contact list, letting them know that the telephone had been found and wass safe.
They went their separate ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south.
It was a warm afternoon.
People walked with folded coats over arms bent at ninety degrees.
Beach Buoy gathered suitable stones as they walked.
"Afternoon Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
He watched the sea.
He can't surf.
He can't swim.
He did know that the waves looked to be good ones to surf.
They were as good as could be for this part of the world.
"See you mate."
They returned to the beach.
They returned to the north.
They returned to the Village.
The tide was going out .
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
26, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Wednesday.
Just notes for now.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off in the fog.
The wreck today.
6-12.
The last of the fog drifted out to sea.
The Sun broke through.
So lucky.
It was becoming brighter by the second.
The early bird had caught the worm
The Yellow light was Green for go for some of the water's edge Gulls.
Others followed.
The Sea Serpent.
" Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
They all headed inland.
Coffee and a sit and think.
The Sea Serpent and it's marker
Beach Buoy hoped it was a Skylark.
A tiny bird sat at the top of the dune grass.
South on the dune edge.
A self conscious tank trap wears a dune grass wig.
Rubes.
Ruby.
Another Dog.
They headed back.
Team One Black Ear were too far ahead to catch up.
BEACH BUOY
Tuesday, 25 March 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
The man on the "Easy" route who looked like he was late.
Beach Buoy.
25, MARCH 2025.HARTLEPOOL HEADLAND.
Just some scenes from a walk with Borrowed Dog and Another Dog on Hartlepool Headland.
BEACH BUOY.
25, MARCH 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Tuesday.
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Beach Buoy and Another Dog set off under a Rainbow.
They arrived at Sandy Car Park
at 5-57 a.m.
The sun had just rose.
As Beach Buoy faffed at the side off the van, it began to rain.
Another Dog won't even come to the van door to go for a walk.
Beach Buoy has to grapple like Jackie Pallo before being able to set off for the beach.
Seconds out... They set off to see The Seaton Carew Wreck.
It rained quite heavily for a few moments, then nothing.
A sunrise seeker and their dog were at the water's edge, heading south.
The Seaton Carew Wreck today.
They headed south.
The rain may have stopped but scattered showers fell from the clouds ahead.
Beach Buoy had no idea how long they would take to fall on land or sand.
The Sea Serpent.
Skylarks sang as a Ship headed to The Gares.
Soon, into the River.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The Sun broke through, shining down onto the Village.
Moments later it shone on Beach Buoy and Another Dog too.
The walked the low level route.
The Skylark's song was becoming louder and louder.
"Morning Mate."
It was 6-39.
Beach Buoy added the stones.
He patted
FHE
stone.
He sat on the driftwood plank with plenty of rust.
The walk had started with rain wearing bows.
Here they were, sat in warm sun with a pleasant breeze blowing.
"See you mate."
They continued south along the dune edge.
They cut across the grey rocks earlier than normal.
Down onto the flat sands of the beach.
A blank canvas to write their story with foot and paw.
Two of the wonderful Tank Traps.
Beach Buoy heard two Geese.
They flew out to sea.
It felt like the Two Tank Traps had finally been given freedom.
After around eighty years of looking out to sea.
They got to go.
More importantly, they got to go together.
Sand Martin Corner waits...
Usually mid-April when they arrive.
Beach Buoy will do a happy dance when they do.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back.
Their sunshine shadows were more sharply dressed than they were.
The Bright Sun took the credit.
They made their way around groups of rock pools.
For just a moment Beach Buoy felt like a giant, stepping over tiny volcanic islands.
Team One Black were having a sit and think on their flavoured driftwood bench.
"Morning."
"Morning."
They all headed back together.
Beach friends who know all of the dog's names but not each others.
BEACH BUOY.
Monday, 24 March 2025
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 24, MARCH 2025.
Monday afternoon.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They saw Dottie Dog and mam walking back home.
Distant waves and flashing headlights were shared.
First beach walk of the year without a top coat.
It was 1-40 p.m.
Tide going out.
Plenty of space.
There was a pleasant breeze from the south west.
A very pleasant afternoon.
The Seaton Carew Wreck was still at sea.
The brightness of the day and the mildness of the breeze lifted the spirits.
About halfway along the length of the dunes, a sea swimmer swim.
Her companion watched from the shore.
They wandered along, no rush.
Beach Buoy collected six suitable stones.
He and the dogs walked the low level route.
"Afternoon Mate."
2-19 p.m.
Beach Buoy added the six stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
That was it.
"See you mate."
They headed back.
The wreck this afternoon.
A glorious afternoon walk.
BEACH BUOY.
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