SEATON SANDS AND NORTH GARE BEACH. 04 OCTOBER 2020.

Beach  Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked to the beach.

There had been torrential rain overnight.

They left the house around 6-35 am.

Puddle shaped puddles hugged the kerb stones on any uneven part of the road.

The Cricket Club was built from dark brown, almost black brick.

Recently it was transformed to a creamy white colour.

Much more in keeping with the seaside location and matches the nearby Clock Tower well.

They reached the beach before sunrise.

The still-to-rise sun, kissed the clouds over the headland and seafront.

The clouds blushed pink.

There was the slightest of breezes.

It was a pleasant one.

The sea seemed to be in complete contrast, roaring as it was, up to eight steps out.

7-15 am and the sun rises above the horizon and the rumbling bay.

They headed south as the sun headed upwards.

It was a glorious morning.

An arm of cloud reached across the sky and tried to grab the sun.

They headed up and stacked the stack.

What with the van being left behind, Beach Buoy still remembered to bring hot coffee and biscuits of course.

If he has the chance, one day Beach Buoy will build a solid, driftwood bench up at the stack should anyone which to sit a while.

He sat on the dune edge and drank the coffee.

He watched the sea and sky.

Stubborn Dog laid in the dune sand and sniffed the air.

They sat for quite a while and let the world go by.

8am

Beach Buoy sent a telegram to his legs, giving them a five minute warning of his intention to stand up.

They are old......

They headed for North Gare Beach through the dunes.

It felt like a summer morning had decided to show up late.

A driftwood and stone shelter.

North Gare Beach.

aka The Blue Lagoon.

Across The River Tees .

It was all looking a little dramatic.

Beach Buoy checked on another old Buoy

Hartlepool Bay looked magnificent as the waves rolled in.

The North Gare Pier.

They began a slow walk back and headed for Seaton Sands.

BEACH BUOY.