29 DECEMBER 2O25. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL

 Monday morning.

7-53.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood on the Esplanade.

The elderly gent with a pointy hat and a determined walking stick was heading back to the north after reaching his goal of the south end wall of the Esplanade.

It is both a target and a turning point for many.

"Morning."

"Morning."

There was a light breeze from the north.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

He collected five suitable stones.

No torch required.

They headed south.

The sound of the village church bells travelled the beach, informing all that it was now 8 a.m.

The man with no dog but a pocketful of sweets headed south.

He passed the slope to the midget gem mine.

He carried onto the low level route and beyond.

Beach Buoy figured that he must have supplies.

Perhaps one pocket stuffed with midget gems and another with sports mixtures?

That would explain his route.

Team One Black Ear and Team Muzzled Dog caught up.

They greeted one another.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack,

It was 8-18.

A Crow, possibly THE crow landed on the tallest giant pencils.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

The crow watched and waited.

Beach Buoy had a short sit and think on a wind-dried driftwood seat with an elevated view.

"See you mate."

Before leaving, he scattered some seeds for the Crow.

Beach Buoy thought about how easily "a thing" becomes "a thing."

with animals where food is involved.

A ship headed to the river.

They headed back to the north.

Up ahead, dogs raced to the sea.

If one was looking out through a window, they would think it was a cold day.

What grey sea and sky and white waves breaking

In reality it was mild and wonderful.

An excited tiny brown and white Spaniel ran to the sea.

The big waves dwarfed him.

Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Mr. Gunn/Lunn and Excellent Dog Alfie.

As they chatted, a Young Labrador came down the beach access ramp.

It was doing more of a wag than a walk.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 28 DECEMBER 2025.

 Sunday.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog arrived at the beach at 7-39 a.m.

The man who stays stood near his car, throwing a ball for his dog did so.

They turn up early.

They just stay in the car park.

One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper. the lady with dogs Alfie and Archie was heading north along the Esplanade.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the beach.

A lady with a big dog was just ahead of them.

She walked to the water's edge from the car park.

She didn't go north or south.

She chose to stand by the sea as she threw a ball for her large dog.

It was mild.

The sea was rough but the wind was light.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.

It was a little more than half light.

Up ahead a figure walked the water's edge with their Border Collie.

Others stood by the sea to the north.

To the south the Border Collie figure sat down by the Grey Rocks.

Beyond the sitting figure, waves slapped the side of North Gare Pier.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

They had a Crow for company.

8-12 a.m.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

A Crow hovered overhead.

Beach Buoy pointed to the tallest of the giant pencils.

The Crow landed on it.

Beach Buoy had a stand and think.

Another Dog sat.

She watched the easy route pathway as if expecting an attack.

The Crow waited for breakfast.

Before they returned to the beach, Beach Buoy scattered a handful of seeds down for the Crow.

"See you mate."

As they descended down to the beach, the Crow dropped dune sands.

Down on the low level route, Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.

They stopped to chat.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the north.

They walked the water's edge.

Sea foam ghosts ran to the dunes.

People and dogs were up ahead, leading the way.

The man who once had four dogs went by with three.

"Morning, alright?"

"Morning, yer o.k.You?"

"Aye.

The lady with a white dog and a black dog walked the dune edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog moved from the water's edge.

A lady with a back pack was walking southwards on that particular path.

They headed back to the car park.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

24, DECEMBER 2025,

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

THE MIDGET GEM MINE 

Beach Buoy.

27, DECEMBER 2025 SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 An afternoon visit.

Saturday afternoon.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.

They arrived at 2-42 p.m.

The tide was way out.

A colourful kite flew in a grey sky thanks to the strong wind off the sea.

Down towards the water's edge, a couple seemed to have a wet foot situation?

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the wreck.

A family played on some nearby rocks.

They made their way to Stubborn Dog Stack.

it was 3-09.

"Afternoon Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

They had a sit and think.

Beach Buoy watched the beach below.

Another Dog was on guard.

Keeping a watch for incoming from along the easy route.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach.

Team Muzzled Dog were there.

They too were having a second beach walk.

They chatted briefly.

Beach Buoy did a shingle search as he headed back.

A tiny red pot or stone fish caught his eye.

Back to Seaton Carew.

BEACH BUOY.

27, DECEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday morning.

The Gentleman with a determined walking stick headed south along the Esplanade.

"Morning."

"Morning."

One third of Team Mick Aston Jumper were on the Esplanade.

"Morning."

"Morning."

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

It was 7-52.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones in the strong wind from the north.

Team One Black Ear caught up from the north.

They walked and chatted.

Milo the Borrowed Dog was back in town.

He dropped his Scooby Doo ball at Beach Buoy's feet.

It's like he has never been away.

Beach Buoy threw the ball for the friendly dog.

A couple walked the water's edge.

They paused to kiss.

Out at sea a Tanker turned to head for the river.

Milo, the borrowed dog went for a closer look.

Team Muzzled Dog caught them up.

They all walked together.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to Stubborn Dog Stack.

It was 8-19.

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE 

stone.

They had a sit and think as Gulls hung in the air.

Ruby.

The Tanker was getting closer.

The Pilot Boat and the Tugs were preparing for its arrival.

A Crow was flying overhead.

Beach Buoy stood.

He signalled for the Crow to land on one of the giant pencils if it wanted seed.

It did so.

Who is training who?

Beach Buoy left a pile of seed as he left.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach below.

They stopped to chat to the Sunderland Supporter with a black dog.

The Tanker approached the river.

In total, three Tugs came to guide it down river.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the north along the water's edge.

Back to the car park.

BEACH BUOY.

26, DECEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 

Boxing Day.

An elderly man with shorts and a determined walking stick, walked the Esplanade.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-52 a.m.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they headed south.

The tide was well in.

There was a strong breeze off the sea.

Beach Buoy walked and talked a while with Team Muzzled Dog.

They continued south along the dune edge.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog went to Stubborn Dog Stack.

8-19.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

They had a sit and think.

Gulls hung the updraught.

A Ship headed into the Tees.

Angel Wing Cloud.

A Gull cried as it flew sideways.

South to north.

The wind up on the dune edge was bracing but not cold.

It was most probably just what the Doctor Ordered .

On the beach below, yesterday's group of three headed back with their dogs.

Two wind-assisted Cormorants flew north like missiles.

A hint of sunlight began to show to the south.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

Beach Buoy paused to feed two Crows that were hoping and hopping on the grey rocks.

The waves rolled in as the tide went out.

The Sun cleared the hills.

A Parcel of six Oyster Catchers zoomed by in wind.

Air mail.

Sea foam ghosts ran ashore.

Other ghosts walked with him.

Daylight shone through the gaps between trees on the hills.

Up ahead small groups did their own Boxing Day dips before the main event at 11-30.

They made their way back to the Esplanade.

The only dips they will be doing will involve cheese.

BEACH BUOY