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Thursday 24 September 2020

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL, 24 SEPTEMBER 2020.


Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived at 4-40 pm.

Free parking starts at 6.

The third Parking Meter that Beach Buoy had tried was the first one to work.

A driver dropped off a lady with two dogs.

She walked the dogs slowly around the car park as the car drove even more slowly around the car park whilst the walk took place.

It seemed a little odd to say they least.

There was a fresh breeze from the south east.

There were two people stood on the beach; both wearing high-viz jackets.

One of them; a lady stepped forward.

She spoke in an American accent, pointing as she did so.

'Can you walk that way or that way and stay away from the water's edge ? We have a Seal going back into the water.'

Beach Buoy smiled, nodded and headed for the strand line, with Stubborn Dog in tow.

Beach Buoy could see the tracks that the Seal had made and glanced to the water's edge to see a large brown Seal.


Spots of rain began fall and drift across the beach.



Once clear of the seal zone, Beach Buoy wandered down to the wet sand, close to the water's edge.


They headed south and stacked the stack.
Beach Buoy put his cold hands into his pockets.
The beach was quiet.
The sky and sea were dramatic.
The £1 parking was money well spent.



The tide was well out so, they headed past the grey rocks, down as far as the North Gare Pier.

Driftwood sat up on the grey rocks chatting about the clouds to the North.

Beach Buoy spotted a Magpie up in the Dunes;

one for sorrow?

He saw another later;

two for joy?

Or was it sorrow Magpie back in a different location?

If they were different Magpies, the fact that Beach Buoy spotted them individually does that also count as double sorrow?


They headed back with a head full of Magpie nonsense.

The rain became a little more persistent.

Two hoods went up.

A mobile tent; with the rain hitting the waterproof outer.


The two Seal watchers were still watching.

The Seal had crawled so far then had decided to stop and let the sea come to it.

Sounds a bit like Stubborn Dog.



Seagulls hung in the air on the up draught from the promenade wall.



 


They headed back to the van, up the beach access ramp.





Later that night, Stubborn Dog read through the blog post.



'Do you have to tell everyone that I'm Stubborn?'

BEACH BUOY.