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Sunday, 11 October 2020

SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL 11 OCT 2020.. A MORNING VISIT.

They set off walking to the beach at 7-10 am.

They had an appointment with the sunrise at 7-27 am.

 A Stubborn Dog and what looked like low cloud on the horizon  seemed to have other ideas?

The golf club's flag flapped lazily due to a fresh north west breeze.


They reached the beach before sunrise despite Stubborn Dog's best delaying tactics.

The 7 am club were already way down south at the grey rocks.

A couple with a Border Collie beachcombed  the shingle up near the strand line.

The tide was more out than in so Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog walked by the water's edge.

The sea was a little angry, breaking around seven steps out.

As the sun began to rise behind its cloud curtain, it lit up the edges of some of the clouds.


The Border Collie seemed desperate to appear on a blog photograph as it was constantly passing to and from the sea with a large piece of driftwood in its mouth.



They stacked the stack.

Beach Buoy paused and had a think as he sipped hot coffee for a thermal mug.

He reaffirmed  the mental note that before his time is over he will make a driftwood bench here, should anyone want to come sit with Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog's memories of here?


They went to the water's edge once more.


The sun made a valiant effort to appear above the clouds.

The Sun illuminated the river mouth.


They began a slow walk back, keeping an eye on the sea as it rushed in every now and then.

A man was heading south, close to the dune edge.

He had a dog on a lead and two young boys on the loose.

It was a chilly morning, both lads had taken their coats off.

One was being a cowboy , spinning his coat above his head like a cowboy with a lasso.

The other lad was a superhero, wearing his coat like a cape, with just his head in the garment's hood.

They spotted the large piece of driftwood.

It became a ship.

They became Captains.

They set sail  for adulthood and the land of responsibility, where people wore coats properly.


They rested on the promenade wall as Beach Buoy drank the last of the coffee.

They walked back.

It was the end of the road for the oil rigs.

Beach Buoy washed and waxed the van.....


BEACH BUOY.