SEATON SANDS 31 AUG. 2019.

It was 6-45pm.
It was bright and breezy.
Horses were been loaded back into their horse boxes.
A lady walked on the wall of the access ramp, she looked out of place.
She jumped down onto the promenade and headed north.
A car pulled up and a conversation took place between the driver and the wall walker.
It was clear that she wasn't going to get in the car; her walk continued with arms folded.
The car sped off.

Down on the beach a man looked like he was meditating.
Maybe it was just a sit and think but he had chosen an odd place to sit.
The sky was so clear out at sea.

There were some clouds over to the south of the bay.
A Green and White Ship had sailed out of the river when they had arrived, it was already way out at sea.
The wind was from the north west as they headed south.
The wind carried the sound of the 7 pm church bells down the length of the beach.

It was such a clear night the Green and White Ship was still visible and was fast becoming convincing evidence of a flat earth.

A man approached with two black labradors off their leads.
They were no trouble, they were too interested in chasing the ball.
A couple with a small dog were also heading south .
The little dog barked as the two soaked labradors emerged form the sea after an oceanic ball chase.

Beach Buoy reached the grey rocks and turned to head back.
He headed up towards the dunes to allow the couple with the small dog to continue their water's edge walk in peace.
They turned around and headed back, not doing the full length of the beach.
Beach Buoy wondered if they had spotted his "Piece to Camera." Country file coat and were perhaps a little camera shy?
Beach Buoy was half-tempted to shout
"Just a quick interview."
"About the state of beaches nowadays."

They followed the trail of the camera shy.
The sun was in his eyes and heart.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn dog left their shadows behind doing their stretching exercises in the fading sun.
The sea lapped.
The wind turbines turned.
Distant Boy Racers raced.

A jogger approached, fighting imaginary opponents as he ran.

Beach Buoy turned after a moment or two, to see that the fight was over .
The jogger/ boxer was looking a little dejected.
Perhaps he was hoping to be interviewed for country file?

A half beach brick and it was time to go.

Beach Buoy.

SEATON SANDS 30 AUG. 2019

6-29 pm it was,
When they Parked the Van,
They headed to the strand line,
One Dog and a Man.

It had stated to rain as soon as they had stepped out of the van.
It wasn't that Peter Kaye fine rain that "Soaks you right through."
It was just dollops of water flying through the air, helped by its glamorous assistant; the wind.
A determined family sat up against the promenade wall.
It sheltered them from both the wind and rain.
As they reached the water's edge, three swimmers were just leaving the water.
They had been going up and down  the length of the beach, a few metres from shore.
They were either wearing wet wetsuits or drysuits that were wet?

They headed south, a couple and two dog were in the lead on and the lead...

...some beach-clean faces ...

As they headed back, the Sun appeared.

 A Goodnight !

BEACH BUOY

SEATON SANDS 29 AUG. 2019.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS 28 AUG. 2019. IN PROGRESS.......

6-38 pm
Hint of rain.
Low tide with a breeze from the north west.

The beach was almost deserted.
There was a distant jogger down at the Pier.
The distant jogger eventually became a nearby jogger.
It looked like he was wearing lead boots; that's no way to beat your Pb.

The Sun appeared down at the Pier.
It made their shadows look like a seasonal sundial.

Footprints,,, not Beach Buoy's.

Then a very slow walk back.

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, 27 AUG. 2019.

7-20 pm
Rumbles of distant Thunder faded as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in the Car Park.
The Sun showed itself briefly in an egg yoke costume, no doubt on its way to a Planet Fancy Dress Party.
Some families were leaving the beach.
The children, like super heroes, with colourful beach towels as capes.

A Metal Detectorist dug the usual sad holes, searching for other peoples misfortune.
His detector buzzing like a 1970's Stylophone on Christmas Morning.
How we all wished we could play like Rolf Harris, but nowadays ... no thanks.

The sky had cleared a little over the village to the East.

The Headland to the North, out to the Horizon to the West and over to Redcar in the South, they all hid in the same shade of gloom.

Beach Buoy had his "Piece to Camera" Country-file coat on whereas everyone else were in shorts and T- shirts.
Thats Beach Buoy for you.

The tide was well out. 
A  2.4 family had gone to the rocks to take Book Face photographs.

It all started to kick off down on the water's edge; the Seagulls were having a bit of an incident.
Beach Buoy watched as more Seagulls arrived, drifting in over the dunes, through the same cut on the dune edge.
They looked like aeroplanes, returning after a bombing mission over on the Promenade. 
It was a muggy and murky evening.
A ship slipped out out the River Tees.
The Bay was so murky it would be out of sight in minutes.
Off to Invisiland, just South of Vanishstan.
Beach Buoy glanced back to the North.
Small figures stood along the water's edge, the first rough sketch of a Lowry drawing.

Distant Rumbles came from the South.
Another ship headed for Sea, only revealing the colour of its hull as it cleared the pier; Green.

The beauty of the gloom is that the Sea Serpent felt at ease.
It waved to Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog, they waved back...

The Rumbles to the South were becoming closer.
They turned back before reaching the pier; rain was on its way.
There was a slight breeze from the North.
It felt slightly cooler on Beach Buoy's face, cooler than the still air had.

In the distance there was a large group.
A police search team?
The German Shepards Owners club?
A Sports team?
Time would tell.

The Headland looked like a long silhouette.
A silhouette with a flashing lighthouse at one end.
Beach Buoy counted the space between the flashes.
FLASH!
"One Apple and."
FLASH!
"One Apple and Two Apple and Three apple and Four Apple and Five apple and Six."
FLASH!
He then repeated the sequence over and over again.
The large group of people seemed to be some sand castle building event.
More Book-face photograph opportunities. 

It was quite dark by the time they arrived back at the van. 
It had stayed dry.
They were followed into the Car Park by the Sand Castle mob; some with snow shovels in their hands.
It was a big sand castle.

As they arrived back at base camp camp the lightening started.
Beach Buoy counted between the flashes.
FLASH!
"One Apple and Two Apple and Three apple and Four Apple and five apple and Six Apple."
THEN THE ROAR OF THE THUNDER.
Just slightly  longer than the second sequence of the lighthouse.
As a kid Beach Buoy was told that
"One Apple and" is equal to a second and also that every second between the lightening is a mile in distance.
BEACH BUOY.

MORECAMBE 26 AUG. 2019.

The morning had started at a campsite in Blackpool.
With an earth tremor of 2.9 at around 8-30 am.
The ground shook for a couple of seconds, as did the van.


At noon it was Morecambe.
Beach Buoy had been twice before.
Once around 1983, staying at a static caravan.
The other time was in the early 1990's when a motorhome had been hired for a week; a Talbot Express.

The tide was well out.
The tides at Morecambe can be lethal.
Beach Buoy stood on the stoney beach.
The building to the North looked intriguing.
He headed south first.

LR 209.
Lancaster.
On the promenade.
Going nowhere.
 Full of sand but still chained to the railings. 

Morecambe Fishermen.

Then it was back to the North to have a better look at that building.
An artist sat on the beach capturing the scene.

Beach Buoy liked the building.

Morecambe Sailing Club Race Office.

BEACH BUOY.

BLACKPOOL AND FLEETWOOD 25 AUG. 2019.

So this was Blackpool.
A quiet part...

The tide was out but came in quickly on the tidal beach.

 A mist on the Irish Sea, shrouded the Sun.
It blew away as the sea claimed back the beach.

Late Afternoon / Early Evening it was Fleetwood.

His Town.

Fleetwood ferry.
Beach Buoy does like a roof with a painted sign on it.

Pants.

Welcome Home!

Another excellent painted roof.

Beach Buoy on tour.....

BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 25 AUG. 2019.

Beach Buoy and two dogs arrived at an empty Car Park at 5-45 am ; empty that is apart from a United Nations of sea birds picking through fast food litter that was scattered around  from the day before.
As they walked down to the water's edge a noise came from the horizon.
 It was an odd noise.
It wasn't a foghorn.
It sounded like the Sea Serpent had lost one of its young; a low forlorn rumble.
A Lady dog walker was more to the south. 
She was stood with phone in hand, waiting to take some photographs of the sunrise.

Beach Buoy did the same.
A duke sun rose at 5-59 am.
This was around fifteen minutes later than it was a week ago.
We are losing about two minutes day and night as Autumn approaches. 

It rose above the mist on the horizon and lit the clouds above it a glowing orange.
Back over to the village, the clouds blushed pink as a naked sun rose.

A beam of light from the sun followed Beach Buoy and the dogs south as the lady dawn photographer headed north back towards the village.

The Dogs....

The Sun, the Sea Serpent and Beach Buoy... all in  alignment....🚹

Sammy Seal says hello.... then goodbye.

Beach Art....


BEACH BUOY.

SEATON SANDS 23 AUG. 2019.

It was 7-10 pm.
It had been a very hot day.
It was a hot evening.
The car park, promenade and beach were quite busy.
Some families were returning to their vehicles, the children holding ice creams like trophies as they walked back.

Beach Buoy and two dogs didn't walk far.
It was not their beach tonight.

They left early.
They had shown their faces and that would have to do.

BEACH BUOY.