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| We won't mention yesterday's failed beach walk. Oh we just did. All went to plan until Stubborn Dog decided that it was not to be. He stood on the promenade with ears flapping in the wind, feet bolted to the floor... he wasn't going to budge... Back to the van it was .... So today... Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 6-10 pm. It was bright and blowy with a cold wind the south east. They headed down to the roaring sea as two horses thundered along silently. At least it seemed silent in comparison to the roar and rumble of the angry sea. |
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| A jogger jogged as the horses walked back; one brown and one white... many more white horses jumped through invisible hoops out in the bay. The horse riders rode their horses into the sea and screamed when sea level topped jodhpur level... |
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| A Cormorant flew into the headwind, rising and falling just above the sea as it ebbed, flowed and waves broke. |
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| It was a gorgeous evening. The beach was now deserted apart from the intrepid two.... Unusually, Stubborn Dog was in bouncy poodle mode as if trying a little too hard to prove that last-night's failure at the first fence was just a misunderstanding. |
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| The Turbines in the bay turned like there was no tomorrow, but plenty of wind... Beach Buoy turned back at the grey rocks, Two hoods went up and stayed up as the tailwind pushed them along and did a grand job of holding the hoods in place. A bright but cold Sun hung in the air .. it was 6-55pm! |
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| The surf rolled in to Hartlepool Bay at Seaton Sands. |
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| Small pieces of driftwood were scattered along the high water mark, left high, but not so dry! As they headed North a piece of driftwood; a few branches from a tree, looked like a desperate boney hand trying to grab the beach as it sought shelter from the raging sea. Beach Buoy looked down at Stubborn Dog. The wind had blown one ear over his head making it look like a comb-over in the style of 1970's footballer Ralph Coates. |
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| They headed back. Loose dry sand snaked its way into the dunes to west. At the access ramp more sand drifted towards The Front. BEACH BUOY. |
