14, SEPTEMBER. 2025. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL

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14, SEPTEMBER 2025. SEATON SANDS HARTLEPOOL.

 

13, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Saturday Morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-26 a.m.

The lady who once fell off her bike and her companion walked The Esplanade.   

"Morning."

"Morning."

    "Morning."    

As usual at the top of the access ramp, Another Dog went one side of the bollards, Beach Buoy the other.

The dog lead looped around.

Beach Buoy untangled them.

They headed to the beach.

The tide was well in.

They headed southwards.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Sunrise was claimed by cloud.

Beach Buoy pulled up one hood.

Pale peach and grey today.

They walked the low level route.

6-53.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy patted 

THE

stone.

He added five more that were suitable.

He had a stand and think.

The Plastic Sunflower is by others who have borrowed the stack. 

Beach Buoy had a stand and think.

Team One Black Ear approached down on the beach below.

"See you mate."

They returned to the beach and it's water's edge.

Team One Black Ear stopped to chat.

They went their different ways.

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

"Morning."

"Morning."

BEACH BUOY.

12, SEPT. 2025, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL,

 Friday morning.

6-29.

A couple were heading to the access ramp from the beach.

Their two large dogs were off their leads.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the steps to the north.

Better safe than sorry.

A Ship headed to the river.

Over on the dune edge, the lady with a red coat and a brown dog headed back to the car park.

She was too distant for even a distant wave.

It can happen.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.

They headed south alongside a high tide line.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones as they walked.

Team One Black Ear were well ahead to the south.

The light but chilly breeze blew from the south west.

One hood went up.

The sea had peaked.

It was beginning to head out.

The Sun cleared low cloud.

Their long and thin sunshine shadows joined them for their walk.

Sea front windows reflected the low but bright sunlight.

They walked with a 

breeze-rippled sea.

The lady who walks on and exercises on the beach,

the one with the comedy toe story.

Passed by, heading north.

Sha had yet another different dog this morning.

They chatted briefly.

Dog talk.

Other regulars will be missing for a while.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple and Mr.Gunn/Lunn too.

The 7 a.m. club have a possible injury situation.

Milo and Ruby.

They had met up with Team One Black Ear.

They chatted.

The man who once had four dogs but now had three passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to Stubborn Dog Stack.

7-15 a.m.

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a stand and think.

A camera-shy seal went north to south.

"See you mate."

They headed back to the beach below.

Team Muzzled Dog stopped for a lovely chat

They reached the point of yesterday's wet ankles.

The lady who walks the full the length passed by as she did so.

"Morning."

"Morning,"

They headed back to the van.

Little People and their dogs walked the Esplanade Wall while it was still fairly quiet.

BEACH BUOY.

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1, SEPTEMBER 2025.

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 Beach Buoy.

11, SEPT. 2025. SEAHAM.

 

Just photographs.

BEACH BUOY.

11, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Thursday Morning.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the car park at 6-23 a.m.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already off searching to the south.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed to the sea.

It was a short walk.

The tide was high, the beach narrow.

There was a fresh breeze from the south west.

The Sun appeared at 6-31.

Nearby, three sea swimmers were drying themselves after their dip.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

They headed south.

Team One Black Ear caught up.

They walked and talked.

Beach Buoy threw a yellow ball for Milo.

The sea was rushing over a large bank of sand.

It was a lovely start to the day.

Water rushed back to the sea from the beach.

A Sea Serpent Pup scampered back to the sea.

Or it may have been a piece of driftwood?

Who knows?

Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the low level route.

Wabbit Tracks on the Low Level Route.

6-57.

"Morning Mate."

Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

He had a stand and think.

The driftwood seat with an elevated view was soaked by recent rainfall.

By 7 a.m. the Sun was climbing into the clouds.

Their sunshine shadows faded like lost happier times.

"See you mate."

They returned to the low level route.

The man who once had four dogs passed by with the three,

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Chillier this morning."

"Yes a definite nip in the air."

The three dogs followed like mountaineers in a line.

They headed back on the bank of raised side.

With the beach-trapped water on the left hand side, it felt like they were walking a Tombolo.

Sea Pottery.

The tide was heading out slowly.

It was washing over the raised sandy strip.

The one thing that Beach Buoy forgot was the rushing water that was returning to the sea.

He scooped up Another Dog, walking ankle-deep in the water.

The lady who usually walks the full length of the beach stopped at the scene of Beach Buoy carrying Another Dog.

She laughed in a good way at the situation.

Not wanting wet feet she turned back earlier than she normally would.

The lady with a red coat and a brown dog called Jasper gave a distant wave fro the dune edge.

It was returned.

The lady with a black dog called Dylan headed south.

They chatted briefly.

Up on the Esplanade Beach Buoy saw the man with a Rottweiler.

Their paths hadn't crossed for months.

They asked one another how they were doing before having an excellent chat.

BEACH BUOY.

10, SEPT. 2025. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

 Wednesday Morning.

Another Dog was a no show.

Beach Buoy reached the beach at 6-49.

The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were already crossing the car park, on their way home.

The tide had not long turned from high.

The breeze blew from the south, down towards the village.

Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.

Spots of rain fell.

Team One Black Ear were heading back north.

Beach Buoy stopped to chat.

7-30.

"Morning. Mate."

Beach Buoy added five suitable stones.

He patted 

THE

stone.

He had a sit and think.

North Gare Pier repairs.

"See you mate."

He returned to the beach.

Flowers on the dune edge.

The scene of last night's drums.

BEACH BUOY.