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Saturday, 31 January 2026
31, JANUARY 2026. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
Low tide 8-30.
High tide 14-29.
Sunrise 7-56.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
As they headed to the sea, street lights were being switched off all around them.
Beach Buoy had been up since 4 a.m.
In summer months they would have just gone to the beach at can't sleep o'clock.
They reached the beach itself at 7-48.
He would have gone directly to the wreck but a couple were standing nearby, possibly waiting for the sunrise?
The tide was well out.
There was a mild breeze from the south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The 7 a.m. club were heading back to the north.
They chatted for a while.
A bit of a catch up.
They went their own ways.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog wandered over to Team One Black Ear, they were headed back home.
They chatted.
Team One Black Ear headed back towards the Village.
Milo the Borrowed Dog was still in the team.
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Beach Buoy returned ten pieces of sea pottery to the beach as they headed south.
It was a mild, misty and muffled morning.
Muffled and Misty sometimes walk hand in hand.
They began to head towards the low level route.
Up ahead, people and dogs seemed to stand in the reflected glow of a Reluctant Sun.
It looked like a scene from a film.
Maybe the scene used on an advertising poster?
TO BE CONTINUED...
BEACH IS CALLING :-)
Friday, 30 January 2026
SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL. 30 JAN. 2026
Friday morning.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to the beach.
They had parked in Seaton Park behind The Nine Anchors.
Low tide had been 7-07 a.m.
Sunrise at 7-57.
They reached the beach at 8-30.
They accessed the beach via the access ramp by the Beach Huts.
Wind peppered with rain blew from the Gares to the Clock Tower.
The only shifting sand was shifted by the two council tractors on the beach.
The beach had been well stripped of its loose dry sand by the recent stormy weather.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
They headed towards the wreck.
Some people.
Some people let their two German Shepard Dogs chase the beach birds.
Some people.
The view north towards the Village Green.
The wreck.
An old friend.
A Ship headed out to sea.
The Sunderland Supporter was up ahead with his wonderful black rescue dog.
They chatted.
They exchanged gifts.
They wished each other well.
Tracks headed both south and north.
They walked the southern route.
A confused Beach Buoy approached both halves of the No.5 Buoy.
He couldn't understand why the top had been returned.
The base had been missing for a couple of days.
It must have just washed ashore once more?
The two halves weren't secured together.
Beach Buoy and the dogs walked the low level route.
9-10.
"Morning Mate."
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
No Crow today.
The situation on the beach below was perplexing him.
"See you mate."
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They headed south.
The large rope was still there from someone's failed attempt to secure the Buoy to the beach.
The hammered scaffolding Tube was too far away from the Buoy now to be of any use.
Beach Buoy grabbed the rope.
Like Beach Buoy, it was wet and heavy.
He dragged it about 500 metres to the north.
Being tied to two dogs wasn't helping.
With cold and wet hands he secured the two halves together with the rope.
The man who once had four dogs passed by with three.
They discussed the situation.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed back north.
A Silver Sun tried to break through.
Beach Buoy stuffed his cold hands into pockets.
One had a puddle in the pocket.
It had rained more than he had realised in all of the excitement.
BEACH BUOY.
Footnote.
Beach Buoy was informed that rescue of the Buoy had taken place this evening in darkness.
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