24, DECEMBER 2025,
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
THE MIDGET GEM MINE
Beach Buoy.
An afternoon visit.
Saturday afternoon.
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."
"And so this is Christmas."
The happiest or the saddest of days depending on your situation.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 7-53.
There was a wind blowing from the south east.
Sand was being blown up the access slope.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog opted to go to the southern end of the Esplanade.
Once over the small wall, they were on the beach.
A walker walked the dune heights, coming and going as he walked the highs and lows.
The dunes of life.
Up ahead he dropped down onto the beach.
He had a dog.
They only walked the beach a short while before merging back into the dunes.
One half of Team Muzzled Dog were jogging back to the north.
The lady and Alfie the Border Collie.
"Morning, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
They chatted briefly but the lady had to crack on.
She was time keeping in this morning's park run on the Esplanade.
A Ship left the river behind.
The Pilot boat alongside.
The Christmas beach was quite busy.
A flat cap and a Spaniel headed to the sea.
up on the Esplanade a Jogger went by.
He was wearing a pointy, green Christmas tree hat.
BEACH BUOY.