Thursday, 13 May 2021
Oh for a normal day.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the beach in search of normal.
A van at the end of the road had had an engine fire, it was a write-off.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog to the Promenade Wall.
Two volunteers stood nearby, watching over the Little Terns.
There was a slight breeze from the west, but the Wind Turbines stood idle in the Bay.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog to the beach, passing the cordoned-off area.
The Sun came outs Beach Buoy laced his mate on the sand.
It was the brightest and warmest of sun bursts.
Beach Buoy carried Stubborn Dog to the sands for a pre- Vet toilet stop.
It was pouring down.
Depending on what the vet said this could be his last beach.
It didn't feel fitting having such a downpour on such a day.
The went to the vets in Middlesbrough.
No results back.
The Vet kept repeating just how serious the situation was.
Beach Buoy broke his heart all of the way back to Seaton
Monday, 10 May 2021
Stubborn Dog; still out of action but very bored.
They headed to the beach.
There would be no walk today.
It was just another change of scenery for Stubborn Dog.
The rain and sun did battle.
Beach Buoy sat with his beach mate and a coffee as the rain fell down upon the van's roof.
Sunday, 9 May 2021
Took Stubborn Dog for a carry ; a change of scene.
He is bored and not well.
They didn't stay long.
Fast forward to 4-20 pm.
Beach Buoy headed to the beach, alone and on foot.
As he passed the Cricket Club someone had just reached a century, applause rang out.
A family milled around a lone tent and windbreak.
There was a mild wind from the south west.
Rain drops become more regular as the walk progressed.
More couples headed North , hoping to avoid a soaking perhaps?
Beach Buoy wasn't bothered if it poured down or not.
He stacked the stack at 4-58.
He went to the dune edge and plonked himself down.
The rain eased into gentle spits and spots.
Sand Martins travelled just above him ,as they searched for flies along the dune edge.
A fly landed on Beach Buoy's beach book, as if trying to see what scribbled notes he had written about today's beach visit.
Saturday, 8 May 2021
It had been an odd weekend.
Stubborn Dog is out of action.
The van went in to have new brake pads fitted, they stripped the van then found out they couldn't obtain the new pads until Monday; so no van until then.
Beach Buoy decided that even without Stubborn Dog and the van that he needed to go to the beach.
The alternative is death by coffee and biscuits.
He left the house at 6-39 p.m. on foot.
A man cycled by, texting on his phone as he rode.
Beach Buoy reached the car park at 6-49 p.m.
He heard the chattering of The Little Terns before he caught a glimpse of the sea.
Two volunteers watched over the Terns.
It had been a rainy day; it was better now.
A slight breeze blew across the beach from the west.
A man sat at the side of the access ramp, waiting for his Dog to catch up.
"Alright." answered Beach Buoy as he passed.
The Village Church Bells rang out for 7 p.m. as he reached the strand line..... (It was 6-56.)
Three people walked their Dogs; An Old English Sheepdog and a pup, so in theory , a Young English Sheepdog?
It was overcast but as is usually the case the evening sun shone down on Saltburn, across the bay.
Beach Buoy wandered southwards; Dog-less.
He had always thought of Stubborn Dog as a dragging anchor.
Turns out that the dog is the wind in his sails and the rudder too.
There were some people up near the stack, so Beach Buoy carried on south, towards Sand Martin Corner.
His foot became caught in fishing line that was laid across the beach.
Beach Buoy bundled it up and beach cleaned it.
Chattering Little Terns were feeding down this end of the beach.
They sounded out to the east as the Skylarks sang from the west.
Beach Buoy was pleased to see at least five Sand Martins take part in an aerial display alongside the pier.
Then it was time for a slow walk back.
It was 7-55 p.m.
He stacked the stack.
He returned to the beach.
A barefoot child walked the water's edge as Mam and dog walked alongside.
The tide had gone way out.
He left the beach at 8 -15 p.m.
Well Stubborn Dog returned.
He's not in a good way.
Vets again on Tuesday.
Then maybe operation?
Beach Buoy sat up with him.
It had been election day in Hartlepool.
TV interviewed some people.
One was the owner of our beach mate; Mari the Big Friendly Poodle.
She always makes a bee-line for Beach Buoy, apparently he is the chosen one.
Thursday, 6 May 2021
Beach Buoy's mate is having an operation tomorrow.
Beach Buoy is not coping too well about it all to be honest.
He sticks closer than a shadow.
Without doubt the most Stubborn Dog in the world.
Sometimes sleeping on the job.
Frosty Dune patrol duty.
There has been other dogs too.
Duke; a girl.
He is ten next month.
The operation forms say Ten is a "Geriatric" age for a dog.....
Then goodness knows how they would class Bonnie.
She was over Twenty when she died.
Monday, 3 May 2021
Sunday, 25 April 2021
They headed for the beach.
It was around 5-43am.
Only one street light was still switched on.
No one told it that the party was over.
The Cricket pitch was frosted over.
They reached the car park at 5-49 am.
A dog walker walked the water's edge under a free-range egg yolk of a sun.
The air was still.
The Wind Turbines were stood idle with
"Arms." raised as if they were saying
"Told you so."
The air was chilly.
About a dozen or so Oyster Catchers picked at the sand between the strand line and dune edge.
Some beach regulars milled about.
Painted driftwood reflected the sunlight.
A couple passed by near the strand line.
They left very contrasting footprints.
A Skylark with new batteries fitted sang over the Stack as it was stacked.
It tried its best to drown the sea.
Beach Buoy returned to the beach and headed south, searching shingle as he walked.
The distant wave lady's Dog ran ahead of its owner once more to say hello.
Beach Buoy found an alley either made from
or Alabaster (Alley.)
Ghost fishing gear; beach cleaned.
Fishermen use the containers as floats
They tie rope through the handle.
The rope cuts through the thinner plastic.
The Golden Sun turned silver.
Slow walk back.
Another wind-blown balloon burst and beach cleaned.
Coffee and Doughnut.