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.