SEATON SANDS, FRIDAY, 08 NOV. 2019.

It was a day off.
The weather was not pleasant.
Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived in an almost deserted and very windy Car Park.
The wind was strong enough to blow away the cobwebs, the Spider and the gate and fence post that the cobweb had spanned.
It was 7-15 am.
Beach Buoy parked the van backside first into its parking bay, to give them shelter from the strong wind whilst the side door was open.
A lady walked her Horse from their Horse box and headed for the promenade.
Beach Buoy recognised her as the same lady who had thanked him for letting them down the access ramp without the hindrance of Stubborn Dog to cause the concern.

The Sea was wild; the Sand was wilder.
It was raining.
The strong wind was sending Sand towards  and over the Promenade wall.
A beach walk was out of the question as far as Stubborn Dog was concerned; the sand was blowing at Stubborn Dog height.
Beach Buoy was going to make do with a Promenade walk but the sand was blowing over the Promenade wall, becoming Beach Buoy height.
No sensible option but to turn back.
They turned back.

Beach Buoy was glad he had parked the van backside first, the engine bay may have been likely to get sand into it?.
The van looked a little like it had just taken part in the Paris /Dakar Rally.
He headed back to base camp and hosed down the van... in the rain; he really did.

1-18pm and it was back to the Beach.
The wind wasn't as strong as it had been on the morning.
The sky was brighter to the North.
They headed down to the water's edge walking nearby to  twenty or so Oyster Catchers that were stood possibly resting after a tiring few hours 

To the South, someone was becoming wet.

The strand line was covered in thousands of dead Krill or Shrimp?

They headed South with the help of a tail wind.

The whole Bay was a mass of breaking waves.
Tumbling driftwood branches appeared from the surf from time to time looking like arms of long lost sailors waving for help in the angry sea.

Sea foam.
Some of the foam flew like a  mini blizzard to the dunes, the remainder trembled like a frightened dog .

They headed to the dunes with two stones for the stack.
A rainbow appeared over the Headland.
They headed for North Gare Beach aka The Blue Lagoon.

As they reached the River edge, the rain came.
The Blue lagoon was more grey than blue today.

Looking over to South Gare, across the River Tees.

The rough sea gave the impression of a wall from Gare to Gare.

One of two large tangles of ghost fishing ropes down by the river that were too heavy and too far away to beach clean.

They headed back.
One last look at the River showed the rainstorm that had soaked them was heading off to the South.

Hartlepool Bay was a magnificent sight.
It was perfect drying day here now .
The strong wind would have their waterproofs dry in no time at all.

The Headland rainbow glowed in the gloom off in the horizon, in contrast, a white cloud above, reflected some sunlight onto the sea's surface.

Yet more ghost fishing rope!
The one was closer to the Promenade and not as cumbersome as the others seen today.
It was beach cleaned.
The Headland Rainbow was the signal for more rain; a second soaking.

A quickened pace had them back at the sanctuary of the van in no time.

A new matching throw for the van.

BEACH BUOY.