SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 02 MARCH 2019.

A day off from work.
By 6-20 am Beach Buoy was up.
This qualifies as a sleep in round these parts.
6-45am coffee made and in cup holder in van.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog made the short journey to collect dog number two from one of his daughters.
On the way they passed the local shopping arcade.
Three Unadventurous Seagulls walked up and down the pavement either looking for scraps from the bins or possibly waiting for SPAR to open and 7am?It was a grey start to the day.
The Street lights were off, but headlights were on.
They collected the other dog; know on the blog as SWEEP.
He makes noises like Sweep off the Sooty and Sweep T.V. shows and his walking style is sweeping the ground ahead of the human. (And a dragged Stubborn Dog.)
They arrived at the T-junction at the Sea Front. Beach Buoy glanced beyond the unfinished Beach Huts, he could see the 7am club already heading south down by the water's edge.
He turned right at the junction and ended up driving passed the newsagents shop that he goes to before work at the same time he would have been on a work day.
He drove into the car park.
Two large trucks were in his usual parking spot.
He parked up and finished the coffee the he had brought and ate the chocolate biscuit that he had placed on the dashboard  when he had left the house.
From his vantage point, up in the van seat, he could see over the promenade wall.
A large grey ship headed south across the grey bay, heading for the River Tees.
 Beach Buoy changed into his grey beach boots.
The three were on the beach at 7-15am.
The 7 am club were down by the grey rocks.

They headed in the direction of the sea. Somewhere between the strand line and the water's edge they turned to head south.
It was a grey start to the day with a fresh wind from the west; the tide was well out.
The large grey ship seemed to have travelled at a snail's pace as it approached the waiting tugs at the river mouth.

The bay brightened a little as the sun tried to break though.
Up in the dunes a lady with four dogs appeared and disappeared as they travelled the highs and lows of the sandy mounds.

The greys were changing to lemon and blues as the sun began to win the battle. Shafts of light being dug through the clouds.

The sea serpent was showing three humps and seemed at times to be taking a bubble bath.
The breeze became chilly on the ears and a hat wouldn't have gone amiss.
The 7 am club were approaching and Sweep could have been a bit freaked out by all of the up-coming commotion.
Beach Buoy tied the two dog's leads together to make everything more manageable.
Unusually the little brown and grey dog was the first the scene, then Mari the large poodle, followed by a large dog he hadn't  noticed before. All were friendly. All was good.

Party over; they continued south.
It was getting brighter by the minute.

The north was looking good too.

Down by the North Gare pier, Beach Buoy collected this ring as part of his beach clean as it could quite easily become a seal trap.

They crossed over to North Gare Beach and the River Tees beyond.
A large Container Ship rumbled into port as if on tick-over.
Overhead a plane roared as it headed north.
 

The light was bright and the air was fresh.

The curve of the drained Blue Lagoon had a few plastic bottles that had been deposited at high tide.
Beach Buoy collected them.
Over to the south of the North Gare Beach a distant dog yapped whilst overhead  a Skylark sang for England... and any other country in earshot.

The three sat and had a think for a while... and took a wonky photograph.

They paused a while at this spot before reluctantly leaving the memorable beach...

The Bay was bright but the Beach they had just left behind seemed to cloud over as they had gone.

It ended up as one of those days were light would come and go quickly.
Sun spots racing along the beach.
A Belisha Beach day.
A white Scottie dog came to say hello.
Its owner walked on .

The whole beach lit up for a short while as they headed back.
It was just after 9-15 as they reached the van.
The drove along the sea front .... on the way for cake :-)
They passed a man on the sea front with his breakfast in a paper bag.
Another man had been to the same shop and walked whilst eating his breakfast bun while holding a coffee. He was looking around as if to check a breakfast bun thief was anywhere to be found.
They turned at the T- junction.
A man with earphones in, walked a dog towards the beach.
He was followed by another dog walker.
This dog walker had white headphones on...
The sound of the sea was surely the best of all sounds, complimented by the song of the Skylarks?

BEACH BUOY.