Tuesday, 18 January 2022
Many years ago Beach Buoy's Father brought home three large photographs.
They were taken in July 1901 by Mr. Webster as he stood on the roof of an engineering company in Middleton, Hartlepool.
Beach Buoy decided to zoom in on certain scenes with the macro option on his mobile phone and cherry pick some scenes
A fiddle with a Snapseed filter added extra life to the settings.
It is just a moment in time on a summer's day over 120 years ago.
The photographs were lent to a local historian ; George Colley.
His book; The Sands of Time features two of the photographs joined to make a larger panoramic scene of the day. The photograph is used as centre pages in his publication.
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Monday, 10 January 2022
It was an after work beach walk.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach around 3-40 p.m.
There was a fresh, but not chilly breeze from the south west.
There were a few people around, but there was lots of space for everyone.
The tide was well out.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south along the strand-line.
It was good to fit in a beach walk.
A little like saving some weekend for a weekday night.
Late afternoon sun illuminated clouds hung over the dunes.
A confident looking lady strode diagonally across the beach towards the sea.
Her large loyal dog padded along behind.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog were heading towards the stack when a puzzled looking man appeared at the recently storm-damaged dune edge.
"It's quite a drop."
said Beach Buoy.
Pointing to the south, he added
" The drop is lower at that end."
The man walked so far towards the south then went for it.
He stepped down a collapsing dune.
It delivered him perfectly to the beach below.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to
Stubborn Dog Stack
He added some beach stones.
They headed back.
Half a Moon watched them leave.
Sunday, 9 January 2022
It was 2-40 p.m.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog parked up.
The car park was busy.
It was overcast with a breeze from the south west.
Two horses were coming up the access ramp.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood to one side.
They began to walk down the ramp.
A man with a fat-tyred bike was heading up.
If roles were reversed it would be a fat tired man with a bike...
People and dogs milled around.
A lady with a pink rucksack, marched south.
Some invited their reflections along to see the sea.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south over shingle and sand.
They headed up to the dunes, beach stones in hand for the stack.
Wind Turbine Towers stood waiting to head out to sea, like pipes of an industrial cathedral organ.
Beach Buoy added the stones to
Stubborn Dog Stack.
They looked out into the bay.
Thought some thoughts.
They headed back down to the beach.
"See you mate."
A man and his reflection headed south on the water's edge.
The tide was low enough to allow beach access to North Gare Pier.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to Sand Martin Corner; the banks of
dune edge that run north from the Pier.
A Dad and lad were setting up on the beach for a fishing adventure.
Beach Buoy had a mooch in the shingle between the World War 2 Tanks Traps.
They turned, heading back to the north.
Up ahead a rider and horse walked the water's edge.
They headed to a companion who was stood up to the north.
Once there, the horse and rider circled him as he took photographs.
The sun came out for a while, changing the feel of the beach completely.
Beach Buoy picked up a large sherd of pottery.
It was an unusual design but one that he recognised as similar to another piece found recently.
Beach Buoy cleared the frost from the van before setting off for the beach.
He and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 7-40 a.m.
There was around half a dozen cars already there.
Two cyclists cycled the promenade.
Silhouettes headed for the water's edge in the half light.
There was a fresh breeze from the west.
The tide was more in than it was out.
Gulls dotted a lightening sky.
In the distance, a pile driver thudded relentlessly.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked the shingle as they headed south.
A Crow crowed on the strand line.
The beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading back to the north.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed up to the strand line as a Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north near the water's edge.
Two Ladies with three dogs passed by.
Beach Buoy responded with a
Before showing off his distant wave technique at closer than usual quarters.
Beach Buoy gathered some beach stones for Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy pulled down the three hoods that he had up.
The air felt fresher, the sea was louder.
A smaller Parcel of Oyster Catchers flew north; air mail.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog climbed a slope on the dune edge.
Frozen footsteps in the sand made a handy staircase.
He placed the collected stones onto the stack.
Beach Buoy took two stones from his beach bag, that he had collected at Crimdon.
He added them to the stack.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog stood looking out to sea as waves broke in front of the Sea Serpent Marker.
They turned to head to the
"See you mate."
The sun cleared the hills to the south.
North Gare Beach.
Oyster Catchers stood at the edge of the blue lagoon.
Normally the stones at the edge of the river are piled up in a peak.
Rough seas had flattened them, shingle was scattered around.
A clay pipe fragment laid in the shingle.
They stood by the river a while as a dog walker walked his dog along the North Gare Pier.
They headed back.
The lagoon was edged with a ring of sea coal and an outer ring of frost.
The tide was well in.
It had peaked at 8-38 a.m .
The dune edge had taken a beating recently.
Dottie Dog was up at the dune edge, a lower section than that was hit by rough seas.
The dog owners chatted briefly.
The beach was filling up a little.
Beach Buoy sat in the van and watched the little people as they stood on the promenade wall, watching the yachts in the bay.