22 JUNE 2025
COLOURFUL SEA SWIMMERS HEAD TO THE WATER.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Monday, 15 December 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
19 JUNE 2025.
DASHER AND HIS OWNER AT THE STACK.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
5 JUNE 2025.
THE CROW ON THE GREY ROCKS LOOKS OUT TO SEA.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
11 JUNE 2025.
WATCHING ONE OF THE THREE WALK BY.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
18 JUNE 2025.
THE SEA WAS LIKE A SHEET OF GLASS.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL
Beach Buoy.
Sunday, 14 December 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
25 SEPTEMBER 2025.
THE BROKEN GOLF CLUB IN THE SAND
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
HEADING SOUTH - NO RUSH.
23 SEPTEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT.
3 AUGUST 2025.
THE BEACH FISHERMAN-A LITTLE TOO FAR NORTH.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
14 DECEMBER 2025.
THE MAN LOOKING AT HIS PHONE AND NOT THE SEA.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 14, DECEMBER 2025.
Sunday morning.
Beach Buoy walked to the beach alone.
It will a canny few days before Another Dog can join him.
He left at 7-38.
The wind was mild and quite strong.
Down Elizabeth Way.
Along Tees Road to the Front.
Pass the Bus Station Clock Tower.
It was 7-51.
Once on the beach, he collected five suitable stones.
The Litter-pick lady and her small Scottie Dog were to the north.
Beach Buoy headed south.
A man walked the water's edge with his hands in his pockets.
The Sunderland supporter was by the sea with his black dog.
He was chatting to a man with two barking Labradors.
The man took his hands out of his pockets.
He looked at his phone.
The tide was a canny way out but the wreck was still at sea.
Team Muzzled Dog gave a distant wave as they headed south at a quicker pace.
Dasher the Muzzled did trot across the divide to say hello.
Beach Buoy headed for the low level route.
A Small Ship headed for the river.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple headed home.
"Morning Mate. "
It was 8-24.
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the wind-dried driftwood seat with an elevated view.
He reach behind himself.
He picked up the stone with
GEOFF
BOB
written on it.
He held it tightly in his hand.
His hands were warm from being buried deep inside his coat pocket.
Stone cold became warm.
Warm became stone cold.
"See you everyone."
He headed back to the beach below.
It was a pleasant walk back.
No rush.
The beach was becoming busier.
The sea can be an excellent companion.
North.
The Sunrise was a no show today.
There's always tomorrow.
Or is there?
A lady with a Spaniel was putting on her gloves as she walked down the beach access ramp.
"Morning."
"Morning."
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BEACH BUOY.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
27 JULY 2025.
THE FISH BOX AND BEACH-FOUND TOYS SCATTERED.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
RITA THE METER MAID.
9 JUNE 2025.
SANDY CAR PARK
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
6 JUNE 2025.
THE DAY HE PAID FOR PARKING TWICE.
SANDY CAR PARK
SEATON CAREW
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
Saturday, 13 December 2025
SEATON SNOOKS TEA ROOM OUT AND ABOUT CARD.
13 DECEMBER 2025.
THE COURSE OF THE DONATED BEACH-FOUND AND BEACH-LOST BALL.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
Beach Buoy.
13 DECEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.
Saturday morning.
Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
It was 7-48.
He arrived the same time as the Sunderland Fan with a Black Dog.
He gave Beach Buoy an update.
He also informed Beach Buoy that the beach-found ball that he had given them was
"Halfway to Denmark."
The black dog had dropped it in the sea.
They walked and talked for a while.
Beach Buoy wandered to the water's edge.
He collected five suitable stones.
He walked with Team One Black Ear and Team Muzzled Dog for a while.
He made his way to the low level route.
A Half-Moon hung over the dunes.
He made his way to the small slope that leads to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning mate."
It was 8-11.
Beach Buoy patted
THE
stone.
He added five more.
A Crow landed on the tallest of the stack timbers.
The Crow watched from its vantage point as Beach Buoy scooped some dune sand away.
He filled the sand bowl with seeds.
The Crow went to a lower post.
Then lower again.
Finally it trusted Beach Buoy enough to land nearby on the dune sand.
Beach Buoy returned the beach.
Tractor tracks ran along the beach.
Dog-less couples walked towards the rising Sun.
Ships headed to the River.
There was a bit of a queue.
A lady headed south with her dog.
The Sun rose at 8-28.
Sunrise, never ever taken for granted.
Beach Buoy was heading north, but he kept checking back on the Sun's progress.
Within minutes it was clear of land.
To the north, seafront windows took turns to shine.
The tide seemed to be slightly more in than it was out?
The wreck was still at sea.
The south.
The north.
His sunshine shadow was so long that it had almost claimed a place at the front of the queue
at one of the fish and chip shops.
A man dressed in camouflage clothing walked to the sea.
Or did he?
Up on the Esplanade he stopped to chat to one thirds of Team Mick Aston Jumper.
She was heading back to her care with her two little dogs, Alfie and Archie.
BEACH BUOY.
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