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Friday, 13 February 2026
SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 13, FEB, 2026.
Friday morning.
Sunrise 7-35.
Sunset 17-03.
Low tide 6-59.
High tide 13-00.
Like the sunrise times, the sunset times are heading in their own but correct right direction.
Today's sunset would begin with a five not a four.
In recent days, the Sun hasn't been seen at all.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog parked up in Seaton Park at 8-13.
Beach Buoy faffed as he tried to ready the two dogs for the beach.
Borrowed Dog tries to be helpful as Beach Buoy put his harness and two coats on.
Another Dog on the other had was like trying to dress a dog-shaped bag of water.
Eventually they headed for the beach.
Mr.Gunn/Lunn's car was parked nearby.
He and Excellent Dog Alfie were out on the beach or in the dunes somewhere.
Perhaps Thursday Basil was with them, now that his regular has become a Friday?
They headed to The Esplanade.
A lady was walking her Small Black Poodle.
It went on strike, sitting down.
The lady kept walking for a while.
The Esplanade was wet and sandy,
The little dog was sliding along in the sitting position with no problem.
"l will wait 'til you pass." said the lady.
Beach Buoy and the dogs headed to the access ramp, near to the beach huts.
One of the beach tractors went just ahead of them.
It was 8-30 by the time that feet and paws walked the beach sand.
The weather was wet and windy.
Somebody stood by the sea, checking their mobile phone.
They headed south.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
The tide was a canny way out.
The Sunderland supporter and he black rescue dog were up ahead.
Beach Buoy picked up a small piece of sea pottery.
He would scatter it on the strand-line later with the pocketful that he had brought to return to the sea.
The tide was reclaiming the wreck once more.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to the Sunderland supporter.
Always a pleasure.
As they chatted, a band of rain could be seen as it headed inland off the sea.
Spots of wind-assisted rain fell as they talked.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued south.
He began to scatter the sea pottery with cold hands.
A chair.
Beach Buoy stood it upright,
A repair had been made with tape.
More Despair Shop than Repair Shop.
Reluctantly, cold hands would have to leave it for now.
It was too heavy and too awkward to remove from the beach with two dogs attached.
It wouldn't go far.
Maybe tomorrow, a one dog day?
They headed to the low level route.
A Silver Sun appeared briefly as if curious to see how the world was getting on without it.
Showers, like sea pottery were randomly scattered around.
Beach Buoy dropped two sturdy stones on the small slope sea defences.
They climbed the small slope that gives access to Stubborn Dog Stack.
"Morning mate."
It was 9-09.
He patted
THE
stone.
He added the five suitable stones.
It was a little wild and windy up at the exposed stack.
The wind picked up.
They took shelter behind some tall Sea Buckthorn.
Beach Buoy watched as Ship headed out to sea.
Rain became hail, then sleet then finally snow.
All in the space of a few minutes.
Beach Buoy looked across to the windswept srack.
No Crows today.
The precipitation stopped.
The wind remained.
Beach Buoy left some seed up at the stack.
"See you mate."
Back down the small slope to the low level route.
They headed back to the north.
A look back to the south showed more weather was heading up the river.
Clouds topped the Village ahead.
If anything, it felt a little brighter.
White clouds replacing Grey.
The south.
The north.
Others up ahead.
Two ladies and their dogs headed south.
Still busy, digging out wind-blown sand.
As Beach Buoy placed rubbish in an Esplanade Bin, a Crow landed alongside on the sand out of your shoe bench.
The bench was covered in and surrounded by wind-blown sand.
It was in the direct firing line of any sand that made its way up the nearby access ramp.
Beach Buoy explained to the Crow that some seed had been left up at Stubborn Dog Stack.
The remainder had been given to the Crows on the beach.
BEACH BUOY.
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