SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL. 22 02 21. MONDAY; A DAY OFF.

Beach Buoy's Eighteen year old van was heading to a garage later. 

 It was due a service and an MOT roadworthiness exam.

Beach Buoy parked up in the wet car park.

He sipped  coffee as audible rainfall fell onto the van's roof.

A cyclist passed on the promenade the rain.

A car had parked nearby. 

The driver sat with their headlights illuminating the promenade in the half light.

Beach  Buoy dug out waterproofs as another VW van pulled up nearby.

It was @G1VAN _ , another local van owner, beach walker.

They had passed like ships on the night in the past.

Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog put on their waterproofs.

All three headed to the beach (Socially distantly).

One of the three needed to be carried.....

Yep; Stubborn Dog.

It was around 7 am.

The Bay was muffled, its was a slightly misty morning.

Saltburn and beyond were lost to the mist.

Back to the north the village was still visible.

The grey clouds shifted shapes as the walk progressed.

The tide was out enough to allow beach access to the North Gare Pier.

They walked to the Pier, choosing to stack the stack on the way back.

@G1VAN_  said farewell as Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed up to the stack.

 

There was little difference between the tones and shades  of the sea and sky.

If painted by an artist, one would think that they had forgot to wash out their brushes between sections.

The rippling sea was dishwater grey...... as was the sky of course.

Beach Buoy headed back.

He found some sea pottery with a story to tell or imagine.

 

The bright yellow boat that crosses the bay regularly to attend the Wind Turbines, headed out once more. 

Even its usually vibrant appearance was dulled by the day.

If Monday was a colour.....

BEACH BUOY.