TUESDAY 31 AUG 2021. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park

at 6-25 p.m. just as a plank in a white Ford Fiesta thought he 

was the first in the world to go speeding out.

The Blades of the Wind Turbines were edge on to the beach as the northerly wind turned them.

The tide was just beyond The Seaton Carew Wreck.

"I see no ships."

They headed south, avoiding jellyfish as large as dinner plates as they did so.

Two horses had headed to the water's edge, before going off to the  north.

The sea was rough enough to be grey but a hint of blue shone through.

The strong wind was pushing, but not quite enough to prove a point.

They headed up to the Stubborn Dog Stack.

Beach Buoy placed the stones that he had just collected.

"Evening Mate."

he patted

THE

 stone.

They watched the sea doing sea things before heading back.

"See you mate."

Beach Buoy raised an arm to the stack from the beach.

He always imagined his old mate sat there, watching them go back without him.

It always made him sad.

Gulls battled North into the strong wind.

The sun gave a late flourish as they headed back.

The beach ahead look quiet.

As the walk was about to end a gathering appeared to the north.

Gathering Stragglers.

They headed back to the van to escape the wind and the people.

Beach Buoy made a coffee, then recorded the day's bits and bobs.

BEACH BUOY.

 

MON 30 AUG 2021, SEATON SANDS , AN EVENING VISIT .

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed back to the beach for an evening visit.

They reached the beach at 6-02 p.m.

Free Parking starts at 6.

The sea was grey, the sky was a darker shade of the same.

They headed for the beach.

Another Dog sat in the beach bag as she was in a bit of a lazy mood.

She is growing quickly, so the beach bag option days are already numbered.

There was a family down by the water's edge.

One of the children held a very very orange and even more optimistic  bucket and spade.

They headed south.

A curved dark line of storm-torn seaweed seemed to mourn the passing of the last strand line.

 Thankfully Another Dog decided it was time to walk.

Beach Buoy collected a few suitable stones for 

Stubborn Dog Stack.

They headed up to see Beach Buoy's old friend.

"Evening Mate."

He placed the stones on the stack, trying to keep a balanced shape to the stack as he did so.

He patted

THE

stone.

They let the northerly wind blow some of their cares away.

The dune grass shied away from the very same wind.

Beach  Buoy faced it head on.

"See you mate."

They were heading back along the beach.

On the way back they were overtaken by a couple of evening beach regulars  with their black greyhound, sketched with the sharpest of 

HB pencils.

They dawdled along and tried to enjoy every step of the walk back.

Like anything you can never know which time will be the last time.

They sat in the van.

Another Dog nodded.

Beach Buoy drank coffee and dug out some recent bits and bobs.

Beach Buoy.

 

BANK HOLIDAY MONDAY, SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.30 AUG. 2021

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 6-11 a.m.

The Bish Bash Bosh Border Collie Couple, the Distant Wave Lady and a depleted and early 7 a.m. Club were already walking the beach.

It was windy and raining.

A ship left port for a stormy sea.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for the sea.

Another Dog was not happy.

Not on the sand.

Not in the beach bag.

Not sheltering inside Beach Buoy's coat.

He gave up.....

He will visit 

Stubborn Dog later.

Another Dog 1 v Beach Buoy 0

                                                       BEACH BUOY.












 

SUNDAY, AUG 29, 2021. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

What will be will be,

One day the sea will come for me,

I'll just wait until that day,

For it to come, sweep me away.

Beach Buoy.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach car park at 6-38 a.m.

As he was faffing at side of van, the Distant Wave Lady drove off; walk done and dusted.

It was an overcast morning.

A Gull stood on top of a promenade lamp post, appearing to laugh at them as they headed down the  beach access ramp.

A larger Gull wanted THAT lamp,

 although many others were vacant.

The Laughing Gull was laughing no more as it flew off defeated.

They walked to the water's edge.

There was a fresh breeze from the north.

The tide was in enough to be touching the grey rocks that were up ahead near Stubborn Dog Stack.

A three strong 7 a.m. club were on the beach, as were a slow walking beachcombing couple.

The couple each had a collecting bag in hand.

Beach Buoy overtook the couple and placed any bits and bobs that he had recently found directly in their flight path, for them to find.

The 7 a.m. club passed in the opposite direction.

Beach Buoy gave a distant wave that was returned thrice.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached Stubborn Dog Stack, just as the sun tried to punch a hole in the cloud covering.

"Morning Mate."

He placed stones.

He touched 

THE

 stone.

They 

"all"

went and sat down on the dune edge, just into front of the stack.

They watched as a Red Ship seemed to sail effortlessly into Port.

The beachcombing couple were already way back to the north.

Beach Buoy sipped Coffee from a thermal mug as he juggled a phone, a beach note book and a little dog, who didn't want to sit and think this morning.

Only half a cup drank, but he had to give up.

Another Dog was adamant that they were heading back!

"See you soon Mate."

Beach Buoy waved to the stack, he always will.

He left his old mate and another piece of this heart as he headed off.

The tide was well in and wanting more.

They began a slow walk back.

They passed tangles of storm-torn seaweed that resembled stranded marine life.

Mr Gunn / Nunn  was heading south with his lovely little dog.

They chatted chats then headed off.

"Enjoy your walk."

"Thanks you too."

A Couple with a Border Collie walked south on the water's edge.

"Morning."

"Morning"

Another Dog sat down to listen to the short discussion to see where it would head.

"Aw how cute."

"And she knows it."

"Absolutely."

"Bye."

"Bye."

A beach clean item that's since had Beach Buoy heading down a few avenues.

He thought it was play on words

Tayto Crisps.

Nope.

There is a story to follow up and a shop that sells them to be located.

Watch this space.

Well ... not this space.

Because it is just a space.

It will be another space.

Eh?

They headed to the access ramp.

A Metal Detctorist  swung his detector in front of him as he walked like a blind man would a white stick.

He couldn't see how he looked to others.

It was back to the van for coffee and more spotty toast fruit loaf.

The village church bells rang for 8 a.m.

A beach regular pulled up.

The  lady looked to Beach Buoy like a retired Headmistress or maybe a Chief Librarian. 

Maybe you should never judge a book by a cover ....

at least not before checking with the Chief Librarian at least?

Another Dog slept as Beach Buoy watched the world go around, this part of the world to be more accurate.

8-59 a.m.

Time to go.

Beach Buoy and the other skinflints drove off as the parking charges start at 9.

Later.....

Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog headed to 

Greatham Creek and Teesmouth.

Cat's eye view go the abandoned bridge.

You're Welcome.

Hide.

More jackets than a menswear department.

Searching for crabs in tyres that line the creek edge.

A Gate with no offence.

"Keep OUT!."

Lines...................

Another Hide.

Which way?

Beach Buoy took both.

Another another hide.

Teesmouth at low tide.

Viewing area back at the creek.

The viewed tree.

    

He sat in the van pretending to be something he wasn't as he drank coffee and faffed on with the above photographs.

Later it was out on the bike, justifying buying the bike rack.

It rained.

He sheltered behind the crazy golf.

As you do.

He wore gloves.

He had a hole in one... 

or maybe not?

BEACH BUOY.

SATURDAY 28 AUG 2021. SEATON SANDS, HARTLEPOOL.

Beach Buoy stayed up late, catching up with the blog.

It was after 1 a.m. when he went to bed.

He was awake by 4-33 a.m.

He faffed around, finally reaching the beach at 6-01 a.m.

The sun popped up shortly afterwards.

Sunrise seekers had made themselves comfortable for the event.

Phones were raised to capture the moment.

It really was just moments, as the sun left the sea and entered the clouds without fully exposing itself to the onlookers.

The Distant Wave Lady and the Bish Bash Bosh Border Collie Couple

were up to the south, chatting.

The tide was well in.

It became overcast.

No coat was required, it was quite mild. 

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed south, the BBB Border Collie couple passed by.

"Morning."

"Morning."

They had all been coming to the beach for years.

It was their first shared "Morning."

A scream came from the north.

It looked like one of the sunrise seekers had morphed into an early morning swimmer who had just found out just how fresh the sea was?

Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south.

The sea rushed in to meet them like a long lost old friend.

Three generations of distant wave ladies approached with Hugo the Rescue Dog.

Beach Buoy made a fuss of Hugo as Another Dog was handed over for closer inspection and a cuddle.

Mari the Poodle joined the mix.

"Bye."

"Bye."

A Cormorant  flew north at quite a height, which is unusual around these parts.

Out in the open sea, a jack up rig rocked violently from side to side.

It is more of a barge than a ship design, which can cut through the water.

The Rig just rocked as it headed for Hartlepool.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog headed for 

Stubborn Dog Stack.

Beach Buoy added some beach stones.

He patted

THE

stone.

"Morning Mate."

They stood and watch the jack up Rig rock and roll into Port.

"See you Mate."

They headed back.

The rig reached Port.

Beach Buoy collected a Plastic Drum with around 20 metres of rope attached to drag to the Promenade Bin.

Four Oyster Catchers flew south, just offshore.

Like someone watching a sad movie, the beach was filling up.

A Metal Detectorist searched for someone else's loss.

Upon reaching the Promenade, the beach clean items were duly placed in the bin.

Beach Buoy reached the van.

Ben Gunn had just parked up ready to head to the beach.

They discussed the beach.

Ben had recently found a large nut on the beach,

no not Beach Buoy.

Ben wore flamboyant spectacles.

Looking more like Wilf Nunn than Ben Gunn.

A nice chap.

Beach Buoy had Coffee with Spotty-toasted fruit loaf.

Beach Buoy popped back outside to chat to a relative who does early beaches too.

The man who walks the perimeter of the car park  again and again, wearing white headphones, walked the car park perimeter, wearing white headphones, again.

A lady jogger, jogged on the promenade looking like a dressage horse, as she almost trotted northwards.

Beach Buoy ate breakfast as Rita the Meter Maid did the rounds.

Time to go........

Beach Buoy had refurbished the Cycle Rack.

He tried the bike on for good measure.

Beach Buoy went to watch 

Hartlepool United.

It was good to see a full away end; 980 Carlisle United fans.

Thankfully a million miles away from the National League, with at times 30 or so away supporters.

Beach Buoy and Another Dog returned to the beach at 7p.m.

It was warm and sunny.

There was  some faint clouds; most looking angelic.

It was a typical, end-of -a- sunny-weekend day down by the sea.

A Yellow Inflatable Dingy was being dragged from the sea, a Yellow Surf Board too.

Mams sat by the towels waiting for children to return after squeezing the sunny day dry.

A Ballerina Cloud headed south as did Beach Buoy an Another Dog.

There was a refreshing breeze off the sea.

That welcome breeze, carried faint sea spray from the nearby breaking waves.

It was pleasant.

By the time that they were halfway along the dunes, the North of the beach was theirs.

"Evening Mate."

Beach Buoy placed beach stones on to the stack.

Beach Buoy placed Another Dog onto the dune sand.

The little lazy dog had been carried in the beach bag most of the way.

Beach Buoy patted

THE

stone.

"See you tomorrow Mate."

They headed back to the beach, heading North by the water's edge.

Another Dog marched like a clockwork toy, seemingly keen to return to the van.

The back-shift beach-goers had clocked on.

 

A double-yoke sunset, fried on a low gas as they left the beach.

BEACH BUOY.