SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

30 SEPTEMBER 2025.

THE DAY AFTER THEY BOTH HAD A HOOD SLEEP.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

27, JAN. 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Tuesday Afternoon.

It was still wild.

Beach Buoy went to the beach alone once more.

He parked in Seaton Park at 2-17.

The access ramp near the beach huts was as wild as this morning's

He headed to the steps.

They were almost as bad.

Most of the steps were buried in sand.

The beach tractor was fighting a losing battle as the driver tried to stop the wind-blown sand piling up against the Esplanade Wall.

Beach Buoy headed to the wreck.

Walking wet sand was the safer option.

Sea Pottery.

Maybe a Cuckoo?

Beach Buoy would take it to Stubborn Dog Stack.

A river of shifting sand headed to the Village and the Tractor Driver.

Beach Buoy stood on the low level route, watching the river flow.

"Afternoon Mate."

it was 3-02.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

He added the five that were suitable.

This morning's sheltered seed had gone.

He left more.

"See you mate."

The sea was wild.

The walk was a wind-assisted doddle.

The shifting sand had made more Tractor work.

It looked like the beach and the Esplanade would soon be level.

Up the steps and gone.

BEACH BUOY

27, JAN 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Another named storm had arrived.

Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.

It was wild.

It was 7 a.m.

The Esplanade was dusted with wind-blown sand.

The beach access ramp was just a sand storm.

Beach Buoy headed to the low wall at the southern end of the Esplanade.

It was still quite dark.

Darker than the photographs would suggest.

With a Green Flashing Light and a Torch he collected five suitable stones.

He headed to wet non-shifting sand as quickly as he could.

As well as sand, the strong wind carried rain.

It felt like an uphill battle.

He paused to catch his breath.

Looking to the north he could see the lights of dog walkers.

He walked the low level route.

It looked like the No.5 Buoy Base had gone.

Hopefully by the Port people and not the sea.

"Morning Mate."

It was 7-22.

He added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

No Crow this morning.

Not in that wind.Beach Buoy scattered some seeds in a sheltered spot.

"See you mate."

He walked the low level route once more.

He headed for the wet sand as quickly as he could.

Dog walkers were to the north.

Beach Buoy didn't recognise their silhouettes.

The water's edge.

He was striding back to the car park without even trying.

Each raised foot for a step was pushed another half step by the strong wind.

It was wonderful.

Two hoods were up.

It was raining but wonderful.

He felt like he could walk for miles.

One of those days  when a warm fluffy towel would be welcome at the end of the walk.

He headed to the car park.

He had parked up out of the line of fire.

The beach seemed to walk with him.

The ramp was still a no go zone.

A bit blowy is the technical term.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.

 

5 JULY 2025.

GANNETS AT THE END OF THE ROAD.

SEATON SANDS 

HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 26 JAN. 2026.

 Monday morning.

High tide 8-49 a.m.

Sunrise 8-04.

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached Seaton Park Car Park at 8-30.

Three Sea swimmers  were gathered around a bench near the beach huts.

It was clear that the swim had been completed..

One of them went to a camper van that was parked up on the Esplanade.

A man parked up in front of the van.

He looked over the Esplanade wall.

He went to the north.

You can see the vehicles mentioned in the photograph above.

They were near the beach hut ramp.

Beach Buoy and the dogs headed south.

There was a chilly wind head wind blowing .

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

A lady beachcombed along the water's edge.

Every now and then she would throw a ball on a rope for her dog.

A wave ran in.

She did the wet shoe dance.

The dance that you hope didn't have an audience.

It did.

Beach Buoy took out his beach note book.

He made it look like he hadn't seen a thing.

He had.

The lady, her dog and wet shoes headed to the car park.

A Ship left the safety of the river.

Out to Sea.

The man with the white car returned.

He drove away.

Up ahead, Beach Buoy could see that the No.5 Buoy was in two pieces.

A man went from one piece to the other.

Beach Buoy rang the Tees Tugs.

Could they let someone know that the Buoy was now in two pieces?

They could.

The man began to head north.

Beach Buoy told him that he had reported the breakage.

It was the man who had parked up near the beach huts.

He worked for the Port.

"A member of the Public had said it was near the Crazy Golf."

That's why he will have parked up near the Beach Hut ramp.

The Crazy Golf is alongside.

He went on to explain...

"I've seen the bloke with the Tractor.

He's going to come along and get it.

He should manage.

The top's not too heavy.

It's made of plastic."

The man headed off to the north.

Beach Buoy went for a nosey.

May as well have some more photographs.

It will be gone soon,

thought Beach Buoy.

Even when laid on its side, it was still an impressive lump.

The heavy base and its massive chain were at the side of the grey rocks.

After a chat, the Tractor headed south.

The man headed north.

The tractor arrived.

Beach Buoy chatted to the driver before standing back and letting the rescue begin.

Maybe a bucket lift?

The driver got out.

Time for another coat of looking at.

He attached straps to the broken Buoy.

A test lift.

The driver skilfully began the slow journey back to the north.

The man who once had four dogs headed south with three.

Steady as she goes.

The man who once had four dogs arrived with three.

They chatted.

It turned out that the man had worked on the Pilot boats.

He told of dangerous transfers from the Pilot boats, up ship's ladders in rolling sea and swaying boats.

The time that one fell between boat and ship but was saved by excellent seamanship.

His three smashing dogs had sat down around him as if being told about his exploits for the first time.

Looking as if to say

"Well he kept that quiet."

The man began to continue his walk.

His black dog, the one that Beach Buoy had down as unofficial leader, had made friends with Walter aka Borrowed Dog.

They stood like best buddies.

"Barney!"

The man had to come and fetch the black dog.

"He will just have followed you now.

He does that."

Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

"Morning mate."

In all of the excitement he forgot to note the time of arrival.

They'll live...

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

A Ship headed to the Tees.

Beach Buoy stood to go.

The Crow arrived.

Beach Buoy wished it "Good Morning." before providing breakfast.

"See you mate."

(Stubborn Dog.)

They returned to the beach below.

"Follow that Tractor."

A lady headed south along the water's edge.

"Morning."

"Morning."

The top half of the Buoy had been left at the south end of the Esplanade.

Ready for collection.

Collecting the base may be a little more complicated?

It was looking a little busier to the north.

A Gull headed south.

Up on the Esplanade, The Tractor driver was collecting wind-blown sand.

It was being tipped into a trailer before it's return to the beach below.

A couple headed towards the Village.

It looked like three generations were down by the sea?

Pulling a Pushchair.

Its a beach thing...

BEACH BUOY.